I made the questionable life decision of looking for ideas for dyeing my hair. Specifically, I want to try going black for the first time--yes, I was a baby goth, and yet--but with a streak of my traditional orange. I was trying to figure out the best placement options for that streak. In the process, I fell down a rabbit hole of monumental proportions. The world of hair dye is A Lot, y'all.
It turns out that the pattern I am going for is currently being classified as "geode hair," which, I am informed by some embittered commenters, is just a new name for "peekaboo hair." I then spent a few minutes admiring my stunning ignorance of all things beauty-related, my deeply baffled disconnection from this aspect of human creativity. Then I got very distracted by an assortment of Buzzfeed articles on said topics.
Did I mention I slept for twelve hours and still feel exhausted? The internet took advantage of my weakened state. I cannot be held responsible for my actions.
Anyway! Geode hair, though that seems principally to refer to the use of cool tones. Orange is an underappreciated color. I just want to look like I stumbled out of a candy store on Halloween night--cheap and flashy and goth. (Oh, gods, do not tempt me into doing candy corn ombre on myself again. I had forgotten about that. Hnnngggg...)
All of this is a prospect made complicated by the fact that I'm now sporting a mohawk. I mean, I don't gel it into spikes, but I don't know what else to call it. Image searches suggest it might qualify as a deathhawk, should I ever decide to tease it up, though I lack the little ear tassels that seems to imply. I have a tapered strip of hair down the center of my head, all the way to my nape. It falls between chin- and shoulder-length went brushed over to the side. It absolutely looks like it was designed and maintained in a bathroom mirror by someone with more enthusiasm than taste and an unwise level of access to bladed objects.
I love it in a way I have not loved my hair at any other point in my life. The broad concept of an undercut, which is roughly how this started its life, turned my untameable curls into something I could actually cope with. It's now long enough for me to start using some of the sticks and clips I used to use when I had very long hair. Eventually, I'll be able to start braiding ribbons into it again. It's acceptably gender-weird like this as well.
Point is, I can't just hide streaks in the underlayers as one would with a normal, full head of hair. Those areas are mostly gone. So I'm trying to work out what position will get the peekaboo effect properly and in the styles I usually wear my hair in. Also, I'm looking at a lot of photos about the various complexities of highlighting techniques and seasonal color choices and why you should never, ever do any of this at home by yourself, as though we aren't living in the goddamn End Times.
In the Wasteland, nobody cares if your color is brassy or your ends are uneven, and thank goodness for that small mercy.
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