Sunday, November 25, 2007
Miss Clairol aka Miss Idiot
I had my hair coloured. First time ever.
I don’t like it. I miss me. I miss my natural colour (s) which I shall graciously describe as, “Nature’s Streaks and Highlights.”
I would like to blame everyone who encouraged me to do this (including my hairdresser) but that won’t make things better. I am a big girl. The final decision was mine. (Idiot!)
Of course, everyone is telling me it looks great but what else are they going to say? “What the hell did you do to yourself??” They know I’m stuck with this strange head of hair for…..how long? Must check that.
Someone suggested I have this new colour coloured. Right. I’ll just add to my already excruciatingly itchy scalp. Apparently 20% peroxide and my sensitive skin are not a good mix. I may solve the problem with my frantic scratching and end up bald.
I could scream.
I’m startled when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror which, unfortunately, cannot be avoided. (I would if I could.) I am so not used to Beth with a uniform hair colour. Hello, stranger. Smile. Oh, alright, stick your tongue out. Be mature.
Oh, I do miss me…
My motto for the future: Leave well enough alone.
Crap. Hold on. I can’t just leave it alone. I’m going to have to deal with the roots when they start peaking through.
I believe I have entered Dante’s 10th Circle of Hell.
This is a new circle – reserved for foolish women with strange hair colours.
P.S. Hell will freeze over before I post a picture of the new me. Not even of the back of my head. Correction. Especially of the back of my head. My (new) hair still does that wispy fly up in the air thing there.