It was a beautiful weekend here in New England. I spent a lot of time in the yard raking leaves and getting my patio ready for Spring and Summer. Dori, Ben and I had the kick-off meal out there Sunday night (I think it’s supposed to be 45 degrees tomorrow or some such nonsense, but we sure enjoyed the sun for the time being).
Saturday I had a super newborn session with a classmate of mine from high school (the classmate is the mom, not the baby). Her baby was so much fun to photograph. Only one month old, he was content as can be which is a great thing for a photographer. People really don’t like unhappy babies, but people really really don’t like pictures of unhappy babies.
Sunday was Easter and I joined my parents and my surrogate family for a filling brunch and good company. I somehow managed to take no photos.
On Saturday I tried to dye my hair purple. Well, not all of it, just the underside. I was on the phone late night Friday with my college friend Suzanne, and she mentioned seeing someone with my type of red hair with deep purple and gold mixed in. She said “I thought it would look awesome on you” and pretty much for the first time in my life, I was like OK! I’m gonna do that!
The first attempt was useless. The dye rinsed right out. I came to realize that bleaching it first was required. I debated whether or not this was a good idea, but since multiple people said “You’re creative, you can totally get away with that” I went for it.
So while my morning was lovely with some quick errands and a long walk with Miss Harlow at Breakheart, my afternoon I was spent being a hostage to my hair efforts. Preparing, bleaching, rinsing, drying, preparing, dying, waiting, rinsing.
In the end I’m really excited with the result!