Not so long ago but seemingly so far away, going to get my hair colored was something like going on a mini vacation. I could sit back, be asked if I wanted coffee and served it, catch up on trashy reading and what Brad Pitt and Anjelina Jolie were up to, and rip out a Martha recipe with all the good intentions of trying it. Hey, I was being left alone: no laundry, no dishes, no “mom I’m hungry’- so even as I sat there looking like Frankenstein’s bride the world was filled with my pre-accidental housewifely calm and potential. I would leave the salon rejuvenated at least ‘til I got home, opened the door and as if my hub’s had a GPS tracking my ETA, he shouted ‘hon, can you get me a roll of toilet paper’! So as I gazed in the mirror to admire my shiny new doo (forgive pun!) en route to get him TP thoughts of whipping up Martha’s recipe evaporated in a flash particularly since it would require 2-3 hours that I clearly didn’t have nor did I now have the desire as my son screamed for a snack.
That was then this is today. Today I spent the afternoon at my salon and though my hair looks amazing the hours there were not like the ole days. Yes, I had water but it was self serve and yes, all the trashy magazines were there but alas I had little time to enjoy them. You see for some reason my hair no longer wants to be that chest-nutty shade that has been my trademark for years…Nope it’s decided that it prefers to be a horse of a different color. Why you may wonder? Well it’s called ‘aging’ according to my colorist whom is 23 rrrrr! Seems as we ‘mature’ and we achieve more ‘stripes’-which is what I call my gray hairs-our trusty manes don’t hold onto color like they use to and they also react to any hormonal crap going. And yes, I was PMS’g and forgive me but I’m gonna drift briefly and share a great quote/observation about this dreaded time of our month courtesy of Roseanne Barr: “Women complain about PMS but I look at it as the only time of the month when I can be myself”-true wisdom to which I’m sure many of us can relate LOL!
Ok now back to the exciting conclusion of my coiffe tale:
After numerous consultations betwixt two colorists, three different rounds of low lights, and hundreds of dollars later I am thrilled to report that my chest-nutty hair is back! I am now home and ready to chill with a much deserved glass of wine which I probably should have had while there since it would have made whatever color my hair was perfect. The not so good news is that clearly going to the salon for color is no longer a mini vacation and I still can’t cook like Martha nor want to… But I’m a half full kinda gal and there is a silver not grey lining …No longer do I walk in the house and have my son screaming for a snack since he can get it himself nor is my hubs calling out for TP as he now lives elsewhere and we remain friends but without benefits!
THE END 🙂
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SANITY SAVING TIP!
If you do your own color and ‘accidentally’ splatter some on your floor or sink try one of these easy ways to clean it up:
1. Dip a tip: Put some nail polish remover on a Q-tip and dab away! Use a cotton ball or rag for larger splats
2.Line ‘em: line your sink and surrounding area w/a garbage bag
3. Be Abrasive: Good ole ajax, comet or other store-bought abrasive will do the trick.
4. Get Professional Help-No not the psychiatric kind but visit a local salon and ask them for some of the stuff they use to get color off. BYO empty bottle just in case!