I’m going to share something that happened recently. It’s a vulnerable thing so be gentle as you read. It is – BY FAR- the worst thing that has happened since moving to Texas.
And to add some context, the day after we got the keys to the house, the plumbers discovered a gaping hole in the wall, mildew, and huge leak in the pipes that the home inspector had missed. The movers I hired were terrible, I’m still waiting for missing items to arrive and a claim for the broken items. Little Sir and I both got sinus infections and it took weeks to get healthy.
So, when I say, this thing I’m about to tell you has been the WORST thing, it’s not like there isn’t a short–there has been way more good– but intense list.
I got my hair colored and she turned it brown. A very mousy brown.
She re-did it and it came out a very lovely rich shade of…brown.
Since I’d given her the exact mixture from my last stylist, this was a bit shocking. She told me after, that she had not wanted to use the shade I gave her because it hadn’t seemed right to her. These are the situations that come to mind when people tell me there are no circumstances in which cuss words are appropriate.
Oh, yes there are. But Little Sir was with me so I kept the most appropriate cuss words to myself.
I was born a redhead. It turned more reddish-brown as I got older, but very early I started getting some gray. Like high school early. I didn’t start coloring it until my late 20s. And I liked how the temporary color I was using brought out more of the red and VOILA!- I was a redhead again.
I guess my natural color now would be gray, but I intend to be a redhead to the grave. I’ve told my daughter that even when I’m too old to know the difference, please have my hair colored. The little old ladies with the vibrant orange hair? I love them.
Red fits my skin color, eye color, and the Scottish-end of my heritage. And more than that, it fits my personality. No matter what color my hair might be, I AM a redhead.
This brown hair felt heavy. It was really only a few shades off and I felt like a different person. Not in a good way. My energy level was down. It was literally a bad hair day every single day. It threw me off. I’d catch a glance of it in the car mirror and wince. I wanted to wear a sign explaining, this is not the real me. Except, I really didn’t want to go anywhere.
The problem was exacerbated because I had to wait to fix it. I had to wait to make sure my hair could handle another process. I decided to do it myself because I just couldn’t work up the courage to try another new person. And… I just finished styling my lovely RED hair.
It was a nail-biter as I waited to see how it would come out. And I am now sighing with relief, not disappointment. And almost immediately, I feel better. I feel lighter, brighter. And I’m not describing my hair; I FEEL it.
Is it this way for you? Tell me your hair color and how it fits your personality. Any hair disasters you care to share?
(PS- National Love Your Red Hair Day is November 5. I couldn’t find a day for blonde or brunettes. I did find a National Blonde Brownie day which sounds pretty good too. That’s Jan 22.)
(PPS- I wrote this weeks ago and tried another new person and it just as bad. I don’t know what is going on, but it’s fixed now and I’m doing it myself for a while.)