The first half of 2008 has turned out to be quite eventful for us, not so much in a good way and mostly through no fault of our own. Sure, I could have eaten more green vegetables when I was a lass, but I always thought I could make do just with the minimum required bites. In any case, much of the turmoil of this year has been rather financially straining, and we've mananged, but now I'm thinking I may need to revive the Misfit Fund (you know, the money most people set aside for a rainy day but that I keep in reserve for when I make bad decisions).
I will say that the Typical Me stories have died down a bit since I've gotten married. Maybe I actually don't leave the house as much, leaving less room for public embarrassment. Mom came in town this week and since Dr. J won't let me get a tatoo (another story, another day), I am in need of some other sort of change and decided it would be a great time to color my hair. I've always had the attitude of It's Just Hair so we opted just to go the highlights-in-a-box route. The mere fact that I am blogging about this should be some indication of how wise was this decision.
Our selection: Clairol's Herbal Essences- Shade on Shade Highlights. Check out the deceptively menacing pink plastic comb in the picture. A lesser man would have shyed away from such an applicator, but not us. We were undaunted even by the 10 very detailed "hints to great highlights" (aka ways we think you will probably screw up). We danced around at least a few of those. But a little dancing goes a long way, and in the end, it's just you and the spoils of your labor.
Looking back it really could have been much worse. My hair could have fallen out, I could have gotten third degrees burns on my scalp, the excess could have spilled onto my cat, each possibility more horrific than the one before. To only be left with a patchwork of gold/orange, complete with 3-inch diameter solid gold discs of hair just above each of my ears ... well, someone upstairs was just plain watching over me.
And then, just to kick me while I was already down, I got hit by the meter maid with a parking ticket while I was at the stylist today "recovering".
Beach
6 years ago
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I noticed your hair Sunday and honestly just thought you'd spent a lot of time in the sun over the past week with your parents. I'll have to look again to see the recovery! But, I got paid big bucks to get my hair highlighted this past weekend and no one noticed. Either way, we both spent money on something that didn't quite turn out.
I have explanations for both.
I didn't get to talk to you on Sunday (I came in VERY late) because I noticed that knockout new look! Love it!!
I spent about 10 minutes parting my hair on Sunday to cover the mess. The perk of having obnoxiously thick hair is that you can cover mistakes like that with the rest of it.
How can you write a post like that and not include pictures?? I'm dying to see the gold discs!
Alli
If you were an Asian, you'd never consider blonde/gold highlights because you would look like a massive fool afterwards. (Apparently, Ryan wants to be married to a fool.) It would be a debacle for sure. So maybe you should think about turning into an Asian so you don't have to make these hard hair decisions... Is there a box for that? :)
if i were a asian, i wouldn't spend countless hours of my life holding a flat iron or worrying about acne. i'd trade that in a heartbeat.
Agree with Alli's comments. Post the pics! And just for the record, Asians are not immune to the acne curse....
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