The End of an Era

It's the first thing people notice about me.  No one in the Linguistics Department has ever known me without it.  But after five and a half years, it was time for the purple hair to go.  The last straw: this fall we'll be spending ten weeks in Leipzig and renting a furnished apartment, and I decided it would be rude to stain the tub, sink, bedding, and walls purple.

Before and after photos after the jump.

Brace yourself:

It feels weird.  I've never had my hair this short before, ever, and although you can't see it from the angle in these pictures, there's a distinct—how shall I put this delicately—bald spot in the back.  What's that about?  I'm pretty sure I filed for an exemption from the ravages of time...

One thing's for sure: this is going to make meeting up with people in public places much more difficult since I can no longer say, "Just look for the guy with the purple hair."

Comments

[Bridget]

Wow, what a transformation! But one thing... staining the walls purple?! *boggles*

[The Tensor]

Dye would come out every time I'd shampoo, and the little droplets of purple soap would stick to the wall, dry, and stain. Also, sometimes a stray hair would float away, stick to a piece of wall or ceiling damp with condensation, and leave a stain the shape of the hair.

[KCinDC]

Five and a half years, eh? Was there some political significance to the hair dyeing?

[The Tensor]

No significance beyond "I like purple".

[BenE]

I used to be blue. Ah, those were the days... I cut them when I did an internship for the national defence.