Sunday, October 10, 2010

More Lessons in Humility...

I once said that I would never color my hair when it turned gray.  Ah, the silly things we say in our youth.  Little did I know how unruly gray hair was!  I thought gray hair was just regular hair turned, well, turned gray.  No, no, no...gray hair is a completely different texture and for some odd reason, it is curly!  What the heck is that about??!!  The second these crazy little things began to show up, I began to hide them.  Thus began my experiment with hair color!

For the most part, I choose a color that is close to my natural color...a medium brown.  I sometimes step out of the box and go a shade darker, sometimes I go with a little bronze tint.  Oooooooooo...I know how to live on the edge!  This time I was going to go red, how exciting!  I absolutely LOVE red hair, LOVE it!!  My kids have red hair, my brother has red hair, my fiance' has...well...he's bald, but at one time he had red hair!  I went to the hair care aisle at the department store and began studying the colors.  Ah, Cinnaberry!  That sounds nice.  The picture on the box was a beautiful auburn color; I'm sure mine will turn out just like that!!!  Well, maybe.

I applied the hair color and waited anxiously for the results.  Oh this is going to look great, I just knew it!!  Interesting how the hair color looks purple when I am applying it, no matter, I'm sure it will look fine once it's finished.  I rinse and condition, this is so exciting!!!  Wow, that tub water looks a bit purple, oh it's fine I'm sure.

Burgundy.  Yep.  That is what my hair color is, an interesting shade of Burgundy!!!  I come out of the bathroom and my son begins to laugh, "I thought it was supposed to be red!"  He is a very observant child.  "I think my hair is burgundy."  My daughter chimes in, "I like burgundy Mom, it's better than gray."  She does have a point.  Maybe I just need to get used to it.

The kids and I take a trip to visit my parents.  As we sit on the back porch enjoying the fall day, my kids and my mother begin choosing foliage that matches my hair color.  "Look at those leaves, they are the same color as your hair.  Oooo, so are those!"  And they wonder why I don't visit more often. 

The good news is that this is only a twenty-eight day rinse.  After that I can go back to my usual medium brown.  Until then I can consider myself a fall decoration!  Like my daughter said, it's better than gray!!  

1 comment:

  1. I bet Danny was thinking, "At least you have hair! I would be happy with possum color!"