Essex Round Up

I am firmly of the belief that teen girls have several important milestones, and one of these is dying their hair an outrageous colour. My colour of choice was blue, on top of lovely blond highlights. As I washed my hair the colour faded and it looked like my head was rotting. I learned an important lesson here – rotting heads do not get you boyfriends.  As much as I liked blue it really wasn’t good for getting you a boyfriend in Rainham in the ’80s.

Back in the summer my Wag asked if she could do her hair blue and of course I said yes and then forgot about it. She didn’t and I ordered some royal blue dye off of ebay. She was very pleased and dyed her fringe dark blue. She has dark brown hair and so the blue never noticed. Her disappointment was too much for me to handle and I readily gave in to her demands to provide her with some bleach.

Last Friday then Wag and her friend, whom I shall call ‘E’ bleached the wag’s fringe seven or eight times until it was light blonde and then dyed it blue. They were happy and her fringe was a lovely turquoise blue colour

I thought she had done a good job, but had several packets of Madagascar red on the side, just in case it all ended in tears. It did.

School’s out

She went to school Monday and was immediately isolated for breaching the school rules which state no block colour and no unnatural colours. The school rang, and I apologised. To me it was a right of passage but to them it was a ‘serious breach of the rules’ and my wag and I accepted that. They explained that the Wag was to be kept away from the other students and kept in isolation. I sent her some texts of support and breathed a sigh of relief that I had the red to hand to add the colour back that night.

The Wag comes home from school and she was annoyed, it appears her isolation punishment meant she run errands all day long for other teachers thus increasing her exposure to other students. She then told me that the headteacher had ordered her to dye her hair back to normal that night or she will be taken down to the schools beauty rooms (only in Essex…) and it will be dyed for her. At this point I flipped and rang her up.

Handbags at dawn.
I am all for supporting the schools and their rules, even if they are pointless. For example coloured hair isn’t allowed but necklaces are, and they all wear ties which if we are going to be as stupid as they are, must be a health and saftey nightmare.

What I will not allow is my child to have her hair dyed forcibly by the other students and their teachers. So after a ten minute lecture (me to the head) she agreed that she was unreasonable and apologised. She said she was really angry when she saw her hair and this surprised me. Graffitti, vandalism, insolence causing anger I would understand, but hair dye???? what planet was she on? We agreed that she wouldn’t forcibly dye the Wags hair and that I wouldn’t sue the living daylights out of the head and the school and have them prosecuted for assault. I really meant it when I said about harming a hair on her head and again, another apology was issued. It seems that the head needs some of these anger management classes that half of the Wag’s and wannabee Wag’s are made to attend.

Red Rocks

To put the brown back in after bleaching her hair, we needed to add red. If you add black it will go all sorts of funny colors, so a nice vibrant red will sort it out, and then brown or black can be added. My Wag is a glorious red head, with a scarlett fringe and red and black flowing locks. It looks amazing. The school are happy it is no longer blue. The head and the Wag don’t talk to each other any more, but thats more my fault than the Wags. Now I have to share my red hair dye

Sarah