I got my hair done on Thursday. Roots were reaching critical mass. Of course, maybe they weren’t that bad or I have the world’s most unobservant secretary because she asked me afterwards, “Oh, you’re not a natural blonde?” Uh…not since I was about nineteen.:p
Anyway, my stylist is a little out there. She “does hair” three days a week and the other days she works as a musician singing back-up at a studio in the city and writing and recording her own songs. She’s young and hip and gorgeous and she sees me as a fellow artist. I usually give her free reign on my hair and I think she sees it as an opportunity to indulge her creativity.
This time she said she thought we needed to go more red. Okay. So, she’s gooping up my hair while we’re gabbing about professional ennui, Johnny Depp’s hot factor despite the fact that he’s too skinny and has a hairless chest, and Gnarls Barkley. When I’m all gooped up I decide to pay attention.
“Uh…just how red are we going here?”
She dabs the goo on my eyebrows which is, BTW, incredibly attractive coupled with the foiled color duo going on on my head. “Pretty red.”
That’s “pretty” as in a sizeable amount as opposed to a state of attactiveness.:x
Anywho, the hair turned out okay. Copper with blond chunked in. The Girl likes it.(y) My uber conservative husband says he does — course that could just be the man being smart since he has to share a bed with me.:p
(After all these years, I think he’s just numb to the hair thing. At least it wasn’t like the time I went on a business trip to L.A. and a bunch of the guys I worked with dared me to get a buzz cut–ya know when you’re twenty pounds lighter you can carry that look a whole lot better. I came home with a flat top and there wasn’t even any alchohol involved.:o My gay friend, John, called me Betty Butch for the next two months.)
But…back to the red factor. The hair is okay. I like it.
It’s the eyebrows. They’re copper.
Thanks to the eyebrows I look like an escapee from clown school. :(
But I’m not despairing. I think the dye is still on my skin beneath the brows and I’m trusting that will fade/go away. And there’s always the magic of a brow pencil. And I can just pull my bangs down into my eyes.
And maybe next time I’ll pay a little more attention when I’m in that chair.8)
Jen,
I bet it looks great. I always feel funny at the beginning when I get a new hair style.
Regarding your husband at least he says he like it. Once I paid $100 for a cut and highlights and when I got home my husband asked me, Barbara did you go to the beauty salon to do your hair? :s ;( :o
Comment by Barbara — July 15, 2006 @ 6:34 am
ROFLOL, Barbara. I’m sure it wasn’t funny at the time, but it makes a good story now. :p My dh would get a freak on if he had an inkling of what I pay at the salon. He doesn’t ask. I don’t volunteer. All is well.
Comment by Jennifer — July 15, 2006 @ 8:26 am
that is great, can;t wait to see it :)
Comment by kim — July 15, 2006 @ 1:21 pm
I’m sad to say, I’ve yet to find a hair salon here yet that I would crawl into the chair at….so look at the bright side…you found someone who has some inkling of how to use the shears, while my daughters and I look like refugees waiting for the clippers :(
Comment by Sheryl M — July 15, 2006 @ 4:38 pm
Reminds me I must go get my hair colored soon. Its like this one side has gray popping out in the front and usually I just pull the other hair over but my 16 year old son says something like ‘mom why you have some gray and dad doesn’t’ in front of a few friends. Thats it! I want it chopped down again and color the golden brown it it. I did do the reddish before but doesn’t work on me. TOo my stylist never did my eyebrows when I went to that reddish one time. I think i’ll be paying attention more too!
Comment by Cathie — July 16, 2006 @ 2:36 am
Sheryl, it is so hard to find someone good that you trust with your hair. I know cause I’ve been there so many times. My hair is thick and short and with the wrong cut it looks like a well-mown lawn. (n) (n)
Cathie, LOL, at your son saying that. See, he’s well on his way to manhood — already clueless.
Yep, I vote for golden brown instead of gray.
Comment by Jennifer — July 16, 2006 @ 7:32 am