If you know me, you know that I’m not afraid of a little drama in my life. In fact, my darling husband would probably say that I embrace it. Over the past several months, I’ve enjoyed adding a little drama to my life by adding fun colors to my hair. A few bright red streaks, some purple just to keep things unpredictable. Fortunately for me, Rod generally considers these bits of drama to be relatively harmless and the overall look has been appropriate to a mother of six who will be celebrating a milestone birthday later this year.
Which brings me to the minor fail that led to the epic fail. I went to the salon last week for the usual cut and highlights. Since it had been a little while since I had included “fun color” I decided to have some red added to the “normal” color. I guess the first problem was a communication one between the stylist and me. When I told her that I really liked the red better than the purple, I think she heard, “she wants more red highlights.” So instead of mostly honey blonde highlights with a few random red ones mixed in, I got a pretty even distribution of each. The only problem is that the red tends to “bleed” onto the rest of my hair for the first couple of weeks. My “honey blonde” became more of an orange and I decided that wasn’t the look I was going for. I went back to the salon and my stylist cheerfully agreed to re-do the job to something more satisfactory. She told me my options and I selected the one that I thought would accomplish what I was trying to do. This was the place of the second communication problem which led to the epic fail.
She suggested that rather than changing the red, we should change the shade of blonde so that when the red bled over initially, it would be more of a pink rather than orange. What I heard was “Rod liked the blonde highlights that I added to the light brown ones so he will probably like this even more.” Epic fail.
My husband is fond of saying in his best lawyer voice, “What you don’t say can’t be used against you” and generally that is true. Except the silence of the rest of my family when I got home from the salon spoke volumes.
I briefly considered another two hour trip to the salon but decided that I just couldn’t handle that, and I really wasn’t sure what would happen if I tried one more chemical process this week. So I’m going to make a paper chain and count down the days until it will be time for the next safely scheduled color and cut appointment.
I kind of wish it was time to get my driver’s license renewed. That little block couldn’t begin to have space for all the colors in my hair right now–blonde, brown, red, pink, salmon, rose…
