I Wanna go Crazy[er]

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Here's the thing about brightly coloured hair: it fades...really fast! Blues, purples, pinks, greens, and reds should ideally be maintained in-salon at least every 6 weeks (though this can be stretched out for dreads due to less frequent washing).

Aside from cost, this is also rather time-consuming, especially if, like me, you have naturally dark hair and require your roots bleached prior to adding colour; think bleaching, waiting, rinsing, colouring, waiting, rinsing, drying, styling, and/or cutting if necessary. It's a lot but I would argue those pretty colours are worth the hassle!

If this is realistically unfeasible for your lifestyle or wallet, however, do not despair! You can request to purchase a "top-up" bottle of Crazy Colour  from Styles, Highfields after you've gone Crazy. This can potentially enable you to stretch colour sessions out to once every 12 weeks.

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This was my first experience topping up my dreads at home with Blue Jade:

(FYI you probably shouldn't follow my method unless you are comfortable with blue dye all over your bathroom and body)

  1. Remove dread beads, clothes (don't ask, it's just easier), and apply gloves (unless, you know, Smurf hands are your thing)



2. Squirt some dye on your hand and squish it in your fist to make cool palm patterns (or if you are civilised and sophisticated, use a salon bowl and brush). Either way, spend some time musing about why blue dye appears purple...


3. Squish dye into dreads with gloved hands (or salon brush and foil; whichever floats your boat)


4. Use the entire bottle (you know you want to!)


5. Remove gloves and clean up all the blue you've splattered everywhere, then sit and contemplate the meaning of life for 30 minutes


6. Rinse the Crazy Colour out in the shower and shampoo with Dreadlocks Unlocked Supasoak


7. Squeeze excess water out, towel dry, spray with Oceanise, and place locks in one of these super cute microfiber drying caps available to purchase from Styles for only $10!


8. When you get around to it (probably at least 3 hours later) remove drying cap and dry thoroughly with a blow dryer or sit in the sun and contemplate the meaning of life again


9. Once completely dry, apply Dreadlixia to coloured locks and ends, style as usual, and photograph your accomplishment


10. Realise that you probably can't be bothered repeating this process and schedule all future colour appointments at Styles



Supasoak, Oceanise, and Dreadlixia are all available for purchase from www.dreadlocksunlocked.com

Crazy Colour, dread beads, and microfiber drying caps are available at Styles, Highfields: appointments can be booked via www.styleshighfields.com.au




 









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