Well, it’s been awhile, so let’s talk about hair. I can’t help it. I have a lot of it. And I am now at the age where I need to color it every 3 weeks. I am seriously considering getting a wig because if it’s good enough for Kim on Real Housewives of Atlanta, it’s good enough for me, the Not So Real Housewife of San Antonio.
It takes about 3 hours when I go to a salon to get it done. A lot of the fancy salons are starting to get WIFI and serve wine. I guess I shouldn’t complain about sitting in a chair surfing Pinterest will sipping chardonnay, as a matter of fact, it sounds like a typical Friday night. I just don’t have that much time to devote getting my hair done so often, plus it’s expensive.
In between salon visits, I do my hair myself. I’ve been coloring it since I was around 24. My daddy was totally grey before he turned 30, so lucky me inherited his premature grey hair. My hair is very dark so it is pretty obvious when it’s time to color, and of course, the 7 year olds love to point it out. It is usually brought to my attention with a, “Mom, you need to paint your hair again. You kind of look like a skunk on top.” And you wonder who the sassy one might be in our house?
Every now and then, I beg my husband to help me color it. I can’t reach the back of my hair, so he will do it for me. Isn’t that romantic? He used to paint my toenails when we were courting. How’d y’all like that use of a word from the late 1800’s? Courting is like dating minus a century or two. Somewhere along the course of eighteen years of marriage, my idea of foreplay is coloring my hair.
When I was in the drug store the other day to buy my latest batch of hair color, I saw this new kind of Clairol Nice and Easy. I have bought this same brand and color for years but this kind was a little different. It has foam and pink packaging. The lady on the front of the box is exactly the same as the other kind with a blue box. She looks a little bit different, all gussied up in pink. Well I am always willing to try something new,plus it was on sale. I took it home with me in high hopes that pink packaging and foam might make the boring task of coloring my hair a little more exciting.
Well, I sweet talked the big Stud into helping me color my hair yesterday. I could tell you how much he loved helping me out but it would be a big fat lie. He basically grunted and asked me to tell him when I had it all set up and ready to go. I don’t know why I thought foam hair color would be easier. I guess I don’t weigh the decision of the purchase of my 7 dollar hair color very much after having to color it for over 20 years, but after our little experience, maybe I should.
Let me just tell you that hair color you have to foam up and then wipe on both gloved hands before you wipe it on your hair is ten times harder than just a squirt bottle. I could see this was going to be an issue as I read the instructions to my husband. You could already see those brain cells calculating all those extra steps of putting the color on my head. My man’s Ph D comes in handy sometimes.
Allow me to explain the process: You have to squeeze the bottle in the middle to make a foam and then put it in your hand. You then put the bottle down and spread in your other hand. Apply foam mixture to your sassy wife’s head and apply in a shampoo motion. Repeat often because your sassy wife has a lot of hair.
So what used to take one step of squirting the liquid directly on my head, now takes several more steps and requires that you put the bottle back and forth on the sink with slippery gloved hands. See where I am going with this?
The big Stud who played football in college and who has quite a stellar record of playing catch with the kids, dropped this little bottle about fifty times. And with each drop, there comes drips of dark warm brown hair color everywhere. It was Clairol hair color carnage.
We finally got it done with only permanent damage to the off white bathroom rug which has now suddenly become the rug in the garage.
My moral of this story is that things aren’t always as they seem with prettier packaging.
Stay Sassy Y’all
How funny! Steve rocks! My dad used to “frost” (now there is a word from the 70’s) my mom’s hair. It was an ordeal but he did it without compliant!
I have a feeling this will cost me about 3 rounds of golf!
You should use L’Oreal…because you’re worth it.
HaHa! Good one Julie and you are so right! I do use it every now and then!
I know how you feel about premature grey. my moms hair turned skunk like at a young age and so did my dads. Me? Im 27 but last year i started to get grey hair (well its more like white). I havent dyed it yet but dont want it to look fake. For now its not driving me crazy but its gonna get there soon. Let me know what ends up working best.
I might just have to go silver one of these days! It looks good on Heloise but for now I will keep a coloring but without the foam!!
I feel the same way about the fancy comb thingy that Loreal has. I’m sticking with the squirt bottle.