Praise then darkness, and creation unfinished

I got my hair dyed purple yesterday, at Scream on Capitol Hill in Seattle.

I'm pleased: it's a really good purple, and she kept a white streak in front, as I asked.

Here's a photo:



The dark blue highlights don't seem to have worked, but it will be interesting if that changes as the dye fades. Also, I have bits of purple under my fingernails, which I don't like but am not surprised by. (ETA: The salon has a website at http://screamseattle.com/ and takes both reservations and walk-ins.)
ETA again: the woman who did my hair is named Kaylee (noting this before I forget again, because I may want to ask for her next time).

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Today was the last Bellevue Farmers' Market of the year. It's clearly the end of the season, but we have tomatoes, Brussels sprouts (which I don't like, but Adrian and Cattitude both do), cheese, bread, and mixed-berry pie. I do miss the year-round Greenmarket back in Inwood; there are a few year-round markets in Seattle, but it's different when it's a half-hour bus trip with a walk at each end, rather than a few blocks on foot.