I haven't washed it yet and my scalp is still stained purple so after washing a few times it will look
While I was there steeping in purple I thought of the poem titled Warning by Jenny Joseph. It is in a book I have called When I am an old woman I shall wear purple Edited by Sandra Haldeman Martz. I'll just share the first paragraph. Everyone should get this book.
"When I am an old woman I shall wear purple with a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me. And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves and satin sandals, and say we've not money for butter. I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells and run my stick along the public railings and make up for the sobriety of my youth I shall go out in my slippers in the rain and pick the flowers in other people's gardens and learn to spit."Of course, this is not an admission of being old.