Well, maybe not to that extreme.
Anyway, one of the few things I really have control over is my hair. When my daughter was very young, my hair was shoulder length. Since I have very curly hair, it was mostly kept in ponytails so it wouldn't look like a hot mess.
When my daughter got older, I decided to chop it all off. I loved it. My daughter, not so much. My hair was finally short enough to look nice. No more afro for me! And I was fine experimenting with it. After all, it's just hair, right? If I hate it, it'll grow back.
Jump to last night. I finally decided that I was sick and tired of all my grey hair. Not to mention that it was starting to get embarrassing plucking the white strands at work. I had to get rid of them somehow!
Yuck. |
Isn't that GORGEOUS? |
30 minutes is a really long time to wait |
"OMG. That is REALLY red."
"But you wanted really red."
"But this is REALLY REALLY RED. Is it going to look freakish? What if the boss freaks out and fires me because I look like a hoodlum?"
"The boss is on vacation for another week and a half. By the time he gets back, the color will have faded. Besides, it will not be that red after you wash the leftover dye out. It will be fine."
"But....but.....but....RED."
I almost gave in and rinsed my hair 10 minutes early, but I stayed strong. After the full 30 minutes, I rinsed my hair and properly conditioned it. Since I just towel dried it (since I do not own a blow dryer), I knew the color still wouldn't be true.
Commence Freak Out #2 |
Once again, I had a mini-freak out this morning. This time I pulled my daughter into the kitchen, where the light is better, to ask her if I looked like a circus freak. She assured me that I did not. I did not believe her.
The final result |
One day I'll have the courage to get Sharon Osbourne hair though. It just might take awhile to get there.
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