Conversations with my feathers.
Me:
Come on, I have vast amounts of bleach.
Let's start the long process of turning you silver/cream/white.
See - like Miss Haversham!
Feathers:
Me:
We talked about this, remember?
Feathers:
....
??? ... !! =)
Me:
Yep, let's go!
You'd better be thinking hard about being silvery white...
Feathers:
.....
!!
Me:
What the .... This is surpassing special, feathers, even for you.
Deranged Jellicle cat wasn't really what I was after.
All of this siliness incidentally would make a lot more sense it the *ends* of my feathers hadn't bleached red-gold and indeed if the black in the middle of my feathers had faded even the smallest bit. But no.
From root to tip my feathers now go: blonde, gold, copper, black, black, black, copper.
Seriously, wtf?
Come on, I have vast amounts of bleach.
Let's start the long process of turning you silver/cream/white.
See - like Miss Haversham!
Feathers:
Me:
We talked about this, remember?
Feathers:
....
??? ... !! =)
Me:
Yep, let's go!
You'd better be thinking hard about being silvery white...
Feathers:
.....
!!
Me:
What the .... This is surpassing special, feathers, even for you.
Deranged Jellicle cat wasn't really what I was after.
All of this siliness incidentally would make a lot more sense it the *ends* of my feathers hadn't bleached red-gold and indeed if the black in the middle of my feathers had faded even the smallest bit. But no.
From root to tip my feathers now go: blonde, gold, copper, black, black, black, copper.
Seriously, wtf?