Around 2005, streaking the hair with yellow, pink, orange, peacock blue, was a fad. It was around the time Lindsey Lohan did the Herbie movie. My middle daughter thought the streaks were a great look. She has very dark hair, and it was very long at the time. Instead of using the more popular yellow, orange, peacock, colors, I suggested violet for her. It was a bit deeper color than what you have in the picture. It worked with her hair color, and skin tone. It took me hours to get her hair done, but when I finished, it looked great!
When she went to school, they thought it was clip on, or a temporary rinse, which was not allowed back then. She proved it was permanent, so they couldn't send her home. Everyone got used to it. Even the school staff admitted it looked better than the yellow, orange streak fad that others were wearing.
A couple months went by, and we went to visit my parents in KY. With 3 girls, I usually took a small cooler, and kept drinks, some sandwiches, and some snacks, so I wasn't having to stop every 5 minutes. I was low on supplies, so when we got to the Macon exit, there was a Winn Dixie logo on the interstate exit sign. Just what I needed, so we exited in Macon, pulled into the parking lot, which was busy so I had to park a ways out, got out of the SUV, and started walking to the store. As people began coming out of the store, and noticed my daughter's hair, they would go to their cars, unload their buggy, and just sit there, watching us. A couple people circled our lane, and the one next to it, staring at her hair. We got into the grocery store, and went to get our items.
Whatever aisle we were on, was super busy. People were walking past us, pushing their buggies. A few circled around for a second look. It was very obvious they were looking at my daughter's hair. We got Lunchables, grapes, sodas, water, and dramamine for the youngest. (She would get sick in the Tennessee mountains, if she didn't have some dramamine). There was a long line behind us when we checked out. The cashier complimented my daughter's hair. My daughter thanked the cashier. We headed out to the SUV. Ladies were pouring out of the store, walking behind us to their cars. Again, some sat in their cars, just staring, but several circled around the parking lot, using our lane. It was really obvious they were getting a good look at my daughter's hair. We loaded up, and left. Until then, the girls had been perfect ladies, acting like they didn't notice anything. When we got out of the parking lot, onto the road, we all began laughing like crazy. We decided that Macon, GA was not even close to being ready for streaked hair, let alone violet streaked hair. Thus the warning.
When she went to school, they thought it was clip on, or a temporary rinse, which was not allowed back then. She proved it was permanent, so they couldn't send her home. Everyone got used to it. Even the school staff admitted it looked better than the yellow, orange streak fad that others were wearing.
A couple months went by, and we went to visit my parents in KY. With 3 girls, I usually took a small cooler, and kept drinks, some sandwiches, and some snacks, so I wasn't having to stop every 5 minutes. I was low on supplies, so when we got to the Macon exit, there was a Winn Dixie logo on the interstate exit sign. Just what I needed, so we exited in Macon, pulled into the parking lot, which was busy so I had to park a ways out, got out of the SUV, and started walking to the store. As people began coming out of the store, and noticed my daughter's hair, they would go to their cars, unload their buggy, and just sit there, watching us. A couple people circled our lane, and the one next to it, staring at her hair. We got into the grocery store, and went to get our items.
Whatever aisle we were on, was super busy. People were walking past us, pushing their buggies. A few circled around for a second look. It was very obvious they were looking at my daughter's hair. We got Lunchables, grapes, sodas, water, and dramamine for the youngest. (She would get sick in the Tennessee mountains, if she didn't have some dramamine). There was a long line behind us when we checked out. The cashier complimented my daughter's hair. My daughter thanked the cashier. We headed out to the SUV. Ladies were pouring out of the store, walking behind us to their cars. Again, some sat in their cars, just staring, but several circled around the parking lot, using our lane. It was really obvious they were getting a good look at my daughter's hair. We loaded up, and left. Until then, the girls had been perfect ladies, acting like they didn't notice anything. When we got out of the parking lot, onto the road, we all began laughing like crazy. We decided that Macon, GA was not even close to being ready for streaked hair, let alone violet streaked hair. Thus the warning.
And I don’t have running water today to get her cleaned up (city fixing a busted pipe in the next neighborhood). So she still needs a bath to get cleaned up. 
