quarantine has spawned a hilarious problem. At least I find it hilarious:
Roots. Salons are closed and women are
discovering just what color their hair really is.
In my case,
it’s been a double whammy because chemo changed my natural color from dark
blonde to brown. So when I tried to
color it using my old formula, it turned auburn. Hair stylists to the rescue, I became blonde
again. BUT… then COVID-19 happened, salons closed, and now I look like I’m trying to be young
and hip with light hair and dark roots.
Yes, I know
this is “in,” but I’d rather be out. At least on this matter. And I get zero sympathy from St. Bob because a
few years ago I convinced him to touch up his own graying areas and it was an utter disaster.
I should have
snapped photos, or better yet, a video. First I thought we could cover his gray
with a medium brown. Yikes. It turned dark, almost black.
After giggling until my eyes
were watering, I ran to the beauty supply, came back, and lightened it up. Now
it was red. Yikes. He was not pleased. And the more upset he became the more
hilarious I found the situation.
ran to the beauty supply again, came back, and colored it a third time.
hair!” Bob shouted. “You’ve given me hatchet hair!” What on earth, I asked, is
there’s an old horror movie about an axe murderer with bright yellow hair. I’m sorry, but sometimes you CANNOT keep from laughing.
times we tried to get his hair back to normal and finally, when it came out a shade of
taupe, we called it a day. A very funny day from my perspective, a very
aggravating day from his.
And yes, now karma is biting me in the head.
you stay sequestered, forget about your hair. Just curl up with one of my books,
or watch a bunch of my short Youtube Mom videos here.