This week, I went and got my hair done. As the weather gets warmer, my hair grows faster. This is problematic when the red hairs that reside on my head, were not a genetic gift from my parents. It looks rather odd to see pretty red hair, with blonde roots. People stare. If it were at-home-bleached blonde hair with black roots, people would just think "white trash" and move on. They haven't decided what to call me, other than confused.
At any rate, I went to see my girl, Kelley, who is a ball of fun and glitter. We made a game plan to get my red locks back to the natural blonde that my father passed on to me. The first step: to remove the red without giving me a chemical haircut. Red is hard to keep in hair, but once it's in, it won't leave willingly.
To make a long story short, I am now a brunette. The last time I was a brunette, I was in cosmetology school. It was not a good look for me. I looked anemic. It was horrible. I swore I would never travel down that road again.
But here I am...brown hair. I still look anemic, but not frighteningly so. The red is still peeking through when certain light hits it, but it's something I can live with until the next phase of the plan...of which I don't know when will take place.
Yesterday, I took Mom out to dinner, and it started to pour down rain on our way home. Brookside was a complete mess as the drains couldn't keep up with the rain. Somewhere on 63rd street, we hear a loud pop, and just like that, the driver side window wiper blade has disappeared. Awesome! So, I drive the rest of the way home with no wiper blade. Thankfully, there was Rain-X on the window, and I could still see somewhat.
Driving on 63rd street + Noah's Ark conditions + no wiper blade = bad.
Tonight is the blogger meetup. I have a couple errands to run before I go, so I will be getting there late. Hopefully, Janet and Keith will save a piece of the infamous boob cake. I don't really need the nipple. I've got two of my own.
3 comments:
I had red hair like yours too once, and I too am a blonde. My stylist took it out with the chemicals, and for three hours, my hair turned different shades of red, orange, and then finally, my blonde. never had to mess with the brunette. She was awesome. I'm glad she didn't stop with the Carrot Top look.
Rain-X is an awesome product! Pouring down rain and Rain-X, a great combo. Was your mom impressed?
I don't get the hair coloring thing. It might just be the Y chromosome-induced psychosis, but I can't understand why anyone would want to put their hair through the tortuous process involved in altering the color. I'm going gray at an accelerating pace, and I really don't care. Every time I get my hair cut, I see more and more gray on the (invariably--those bastards do it on purpose) black smock.
I think it's because I watched my dad go through the painful transition from dying his hair black to letting it go completely white. For six months, he had the zebra thing going on. It was NOT a good look.
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