… in that I’ve always wanted one, and realized I can have one now. So I did.
Since I work from home, and rarely leave the house, I figured a haircut really didn’t matter. So, I let it go far too long for my own taste and didn’t see a barber for over 3.5 months. I got a bit shaggy. And then I realized, when I get it cut, I can do anything I want.
I’ve been a bit antsy anyways, and looking for a good change to shake things up a bit. So yesterday Jean and I headed out for a day downtown. We ended up at Bishops barber shop at around 3pm and I sat for about half an hour while Danica clipped away at my head.
End result: mohawk.
Later, Jean and I ended up at Alteration Nation to pickup some hair dye. After all, what is a mohawk without proper colour? We walked out of there with a t-shirt, vintage velvet coat, and some violet wildflower Special Effects dye to give a dark purple/blue hue to my head.
Sadly, the dye didn’t take well last night, so we’ll be bleaching and redying tonight, after which I expect to fan it up and get some decent pictures for you all (since I know you are on the edge of your seat with antici-… wait for it… -pation).
Good times. And yes, I AM straining to keep a hold of my rebellious youth, thankyouverymuch. \m/
I can’t wait to see it.
can’t wait to get it to the right colour and fan it out properly to show you 🙂
Good times indeed! Color me the tiniest bit jealous, because even though I work with a bunch of die-hard lefties, we don’t have an office environment that encourages or condones radical fashion or hair.
Not that I’m inclined to be all that outrageous with my appearance in the first place (I’m a closet punk at best), but I’d definitely have a few more tattoos if not for this.
Can’t wait to see your pics!
I know exactly how you feel. I’m by no means a ‘punk’. The mainstream has actually co-opted the aesthetic at this point so it is more fashion than rebellion or music. And I am totally -not- punk for buying into that 😉 But, I have always loved the music and aesthetic since I was a wee one in the early 80’s, I just never thought I could get away with it. Goth, sure… did that… punk? Not so much and not sure why, since looking back, I -could- have. Probably comes down to being under my parents thumb at the time.
I did cut my long hair ages ago to -get- a job, and bemoaned it ever since. Oddly enough, I seem to have been lucky to have worked in office environments which were more laid back than most. I’ve been able to wear shorts when my tattoos on my calves were healing and had long hair for a while too (after realizing I -could- again…). Still, I doubt I could get away with a purple/blue hawk, but you never know. I DO wish I’d done it sooner, since I really don’t want to be “THAT guy”, but I figured if I didn’t do it now, I’d never have the chance again, so I’d best take it.
Which leads me to my wisdom: Take those chances before they pass you by. You never know when you may have a second one.
(just don’t blame me if you take a chance and it blows up on you 😉 after all, it is called a chance for a reason… wouldn’t be any fun without the risk!)
If it doesn’t pan out, go for the shave for St Baldrick’s.
that was indeed my backup plan to a “T” 🙂 there’s an April shaving so if need be I’m set.
That said… we just bleached and re-dyed. Much happier so far since that seems to have killed my hair into a bit more straw-like texture, which should enable a good fan to take hold. Pics late tonight or tomorrow depending on how I feel after my next shower to rinse out the dye.
Can’t wait for pix, you wild man!