Hair, to me, is the only thing I got going for myself at this stage. So styling it, coloring it, cutting it, growing it, streaking it - these are all things that I do to give myself a little lift. Having done NOTHING to my hair in the last year has been a righteous bummer. SO, decision made. I'm going to color my hair. I know I can't afford the blond thing so I figured a nice warm brown would look good and then I could add blond streaks later. So, I get to my appointment figuring I'll be there two hours tops. SEVEN AND A HALF HOURS LATER I finally walked out of there!
So my hairdresser says to me "Brown? NO! Let's just add some platinum highlights all over ... it'll look great!" "Okay, sounds good." The process begins. Several hours later I'm done and when I look in the mirror it looks like I've aged another 15 years! I just have MORE GRAY HAIR! I'M SCREAMING IN MY HEAD. I DON'T LIKE IT. Okay, she says, let's put a brown shade to warm it up and it'll also darken up the platinum. I can tell she feels terrible and the brown sounded like it might fix it so that's what she did. When I was done she put some blonding shampoo to lighten the platinum strands so they'd stand out a little more and she left it on too long so my hair turned out looking brown and blue. Seriously ... brown and BLUE. I can now tell she almost wants to cry. I tell her to just let me come back the next day, I've already been there five hours, I haven't eaten all day and I'm tired. She says NO! I WON'T SLEEP AT ALL IF YOU DON'T LET ME FIX IT. SO, FINALLY, she puts A NICE WARM BROWN COLOR LIKE I FUCKING WANTED IN THE FIRST PLACE and it came out perfect. A whole 8 hour day and a hundred plus dollars later ...
When I get home, the hubs, as usual, doesn't even notice ... thinks it looks the same, it looked good the way it was, yeah yeah yeah WHATEVER. HE HAS NO IDEA HOW MUCH I PAID but I figure since I'm a short order cook/maid, slave and dishwasher, I figure I EARNED IT.
So, Friday we had planned to take a drive to visit Lauren and Dawn and see how they were coming along since the surgery. I took a big ol pot of my tortilla soup and some really yummy red velvet cupcakes. During the drive Danny asks me in his sarcastic little way "so, you think anyone will notice your hair?" (he asks me this because he's certain NO ONE will notice and because he thinks that the only reason I see a difference is because I'm delusional and psychotic) and I tell him that if anyone notices it will be Breanne cause Breanne is a girly girl (and in truth EVERYONE on earth would notice I colored my hair except Danny because when it comes to me, Danny never notices anything I do). We arrive. DING DONG. Breanne answers the door ... "YOU COLORED YOUR HAIR! I LIKE IT!" I turn to look at my husband with that expression I have that I'm sure he loathes ... and without uttering one word say "SEE. I WIN."
Oh Lordy...Eric says the exact same thing "your hair looks fine"..yeah right. If Emily my girl didn't come to my house, stand in my kitchen for 2 hours and if Eric didn't have to walk around her to get to the the microwave...he wouldn't notice my hair either...Aye, aye, and aye.
ReplyDeleteps...let's see a picture... gorgeous!
Men are oblivious!!! They have no clue!! The only time they will notice is if you are walking out the door with your suitcases in your hands and leaving their sorry @$$es!!! LOL - Corinne
ReplyDeleteI wish I could say the same. JC notices EVERYTHING I do with my hair. I hate it cause I'd like it short, he wants it long. I cut a silly millimeter off and he knows. I think it looks terrible and he's telling me "if it looked bad I'd tell you, believe me". As soon as I get a few extra dollars, I'm gonna go have at least 2 inches cut off. I'll do it when he's busy but I promise, he'll notice.
ReplyDeleteWhy or why is it sooooooo difficult for Danny to let you be you????? Afterall, you are the reason he fell in love with and married you. I suggest you take one of his bicycles or wetsuits, sell it on Ebay, then use the money to color your hair, get a new set of dishes.. with lids, a mani-pedi, and dinner with the girls. That is only fair as he did not have to, nor think to, ask for your permission to make any of those purchases.
ReplyDeleteI'm just sayin..
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OK...I didn't write the above entry...but I totally agree...since when did you become so quiet...? ...and I'm just sayin' bun
ReplyDeleteDear Debbie,
ReplyDeleteI hope it's OK to comment here because I'm probably the only guy who does. But I really enjoy your posts, I guess because they are honest, and maybe because I know that men are really the ones who need to be reading it. I've been getting gray since just after high school. At first it was cool: made me look like a wizard or something. Now it's just old.
I think sometimes people "think" they know you and see you in only one way or role and as result they treat in a sort of one dimensional way. Like kids forgetting their teachers are more than just teachers, moms are more than just moms. They forget they are humans with lives and dreams and feelings all their own that (shocking as it may be) are not always in reference to them.
I read your stuff here, and I'm guessing I will appreciate it more than some people "familiar" with you.
Keep it up.
Ruben