I took the girls to the pool a few weekends ago, and discovered the semi-tragic side effect of chlorine significantly decreasing the pink in my hair.
This may have been an obvious inherent risk to some, but as I haven't exactly done much hair dying (or swimming, for that matter) in my life, it was a rather shocking discovery for me.
So then after a week of deliberation over what to do with it, I decided the only thing that might help would be a repinking.
First was the challenge of separating out the previously pinked chunk of hair, which was looking a pretty poor shade of blondy-orange thanks to the pool water (although everyone kept telling me to just be glad it wasn't green).
Next came the liberal application of pink goop. I happen use kitchen gloves for just about everything besides washing dishes. You know, just in case you ever decide to wash my dishes and see some yellow gloves under the sink, you might want to know that odds are they're not actually the sort of thing you'd want to use with food-holding-stuff.
Then the wrapping of the hair like a burrito and customary watching tv to keep track of time.
Pinking process = 1 Daily Show w/o commercials
Then after the washing and drying, my hair was once again awesomely pink. This is the first time I've kept a hair dryer for the purpose of drying my hair in at least 8 years. I feel so grown up, and it almost makes me want to go live on the wild side and get a curling iron.
I really have grown quit fond of the pinkness. I also continue to get lots of compliments on it at work, and occasionally even from people other than 8 year old girls!