Bought a fabulous white wig today.
Inspired by our friends bscotch, we speed developed a game called Hero Chomp!
It turns classic arcade upside down, where you play the bad guy, and you have to stop the hero(es)!
It has a simple one button mechanic, where you stop the Evil King Frog so he can chomp the heroes and avoid the bombs!
It is available on Android now, and will be out on iOS soon!
Here’s a game that me and my team made over the past week :)
I decided to write about this because it’s one of the more traumatic events that’s happened to me and I feel like putting it out there. I’m usually pretty adventurous with my hair, so that wasn’t new to me. The plan was to take my dark brown hair to a light purple to dark purple gradient. I was going to do it myself and decided against telling my stylist because I knew he would probably talk me out of it. Since my hair was so dark to begin with, I knew it would take several rounds of bleaching to get it light enough to get a lavender tone that I wanted.
I used Raw White Out volume 40 bleach (which I had used several times in the past). I was actually really surprised at how much it lightened my hair on the first round.
I knew I would need to wait a few days before bleaching it again so I did, and I didn’t thinking anything of it. My hair at this point was really healthy feeling so I didn’t even consider that it would be damaging since I had never had a problem before.
I used the same product for the second time, wrapping my head in plastic and blow drying it to heat set the bleach.
Here is where it got intense. I left the bleach on for about 60 minutes, which now I know with the combination of heat setting and having done it 2 days before, was way too long. As I rinsed it out in the bathtub chunks of hair were falling out in my hands. It was pretty scary and I was trying really hard not to panic. I decided to dry it off a bit and look in the mirror to assess the damage.
It was really nasty, looked like rice noodles and felt like plastic. I tried rinsing it out a few times in the hopes that something would change and of course nothing did. My wonderful boyfriend stayed really calm through the entire thing and helped me comb the broken hairs out.
I contacted my amazing stylist and told him what I had done. He told me to meet him in an hour at his studio and he would fix me up.
The texture of the damaged hair was so strange and it seemed like it would never really dry. It just stayed this weird rubbery consistency. I showed him a picture of Ellie Goulding and said I would be fine if we did something like that because I knew there was no hope in saving that mess of noodles attached to my head.
The haircut was fine and everyone said it looked really cute. I didn’t handle it well at all. I couldn’t stop thinking about rinsing out my hair and having it fall out in chunks and every time I saw myself in the mirror I felt like crying. I couldn’t shake the feeling of regret. Why didn’t I wash it out 10 minutes earlier? I couldn’t stop thinking about it all. It was making me crazy.
I waited to dye it purple because I was pretty much scared to touch it and didn’t want to lose the hair that I had left. So I waited about a week then decided to do it. My stylist said it might make the hair healthier to have pigment added back to it so I went for it.
I used Jerome Russell Punky Color Violet mixed with white conditioner to get the color that I wanted.
I can’t even express how much happier it made me to have the purple hair. It felt so much more like myself even though I still didn’t like the cut. I don’t feel like crying when I look in the mirror anymore, and I’m not scared to touch my hair. (though I won’t be using a flat iron for quite some time)
More photos of the purple and how I hide the short hair:
Has anybody else bleached their hair to the point of destruction?
me when I find someone who likes Drag Race irl
— Lady Gaga (via littlemonsterhelp)