Yesterday as I was trying to get ready for work, the static electricity in my hair was so bad I could not keep it out of my nose, eyes, or mouth. Out of desperation I grabbed my little jar of hair paste? Or is it glue? Regardless of the name, I proceeded to apply a liberal amount to control the flyaways, instead of the small amount that was recommended. As a result I could easily shape my hair into a DQ swirl or that of Kip's Big Boy. My first thought was to go back and wash it but there was no time so I grabbed a clippie and pulled it into an unattractive arrangement instead.
At work I was discussing the problem with a co-worker who mentioned the benefit of color in providing texture to her hair. An idea was planted.
It's been an unusual week as both girls have been sick and I've been dragging. I had put dinner in the crock pot before I left so at least that was taken care of pretty easily. I had bought some homeopathic medicine that my niece recommended and was feeling better than I had in days so I announced I was going to color my hair.
Usually I have Grace to accompany me on these quests but all she felt like doing was going back to bed so I started on my own with the color I had on hand, which ended up being a for highlights. I could not be deterred even when I realized the instructions were missing.
About the time I think I should wash it out Grace observed that I had missed a large portion of the back of my head. I slathered on some back there about the time I looked closely at the front. The color coming through was not necessarily human or at least not natural. I jumped in the shower, wrapped it up in a towel and went to tell the girls goodnight. I was trying to delay the big "reveal" as long as I could.
When the towel finally came off I stood there looking in the mirror horrified by what I saw - basically the crown of my head was the color of pumpkin souffle and the rest was about my usual shade. In a moment of panic I tried to decide if I should make an emergency trip to Walgreen then or wait until morning and then decide. By then I was too tired to go any further and hoped I would wake up to find it was a bad dream.
No such luck, so after I dropped the girls off for carpool I raced to Walgreen. Trying to pick a hair color from a box with no way of comparing it to your hair is really difficult. I finally "borrowed" a mirror from their hair accessories display and tried to make a good decision. I was also faced with choosing between a product that was $3.49 up to $14.99 so of course I chose the $3.49 box.
I hurried home, read the instructions, did the application, then waited. As I got in the shower I wondered where I could find a stylist who could rescue me that early if I ended up with another crazy color. The color included a deep conditioner which made it feel pretty good but when I used the shampoo my hair became a brillo pad. Oh dear, a whole new set of issues. After 6 pumps of conditioner I finally had it somewhat under control.
The result? I still see some pumpkin color but at least the rest isn't so bad.
Don't try this at home!
Thursday, January 30, 2014
Friday, January 10, 2014
Back in October I reminded myself that I really should get started on Christmas because by the time Thanksgiving gets here, it's too late. Christmas always gets be here before I can even blink an eye. So I ordered some things for my girls, on line, on a special sale. I was feeling pretty good about my early start until they both needed what I had ordered, and quickly had to dig into my Christmas stash. The worse part was the clothes did not fit so I was actually in the negative because we had to run buy the things they needed then.
My intention was to buy more on line but.... ok there was never enough time at night to peruse websites to find the best prices, with the correct sizes in the color desired to actually hit the submit order button to get an early start. And shopping for clothes on line can be overwhelming!
So Thanksgiving came and we got to spend some great time with family but zero on shopping. That's ok I thought, we have no commitments for the first Saturday in December, I'll get a good deal of it taken care of then.
What I failed to factor in was an ice storm that would paralyze the city for the majority of the next week. The ice storm also impacted my brilliant planning to hold all my Christmas parties for the seniors that first week, so we entered the second week with me scrambling to reschedule those parties and by the time the weekend came all interest in shopping was gone and instead we just went to parties.
Not a problem, I work best under pressure, I still had one more Saturday and I knew I could do it.
On Friday night, Grace and I dropped Annabel off at a Christmas party, and even though I was somewhat under the weather, we hit the stores. We needed to buy a little something for everyone in our family, but I took mom's brilliant idea and looked for a long sleeve t-shirt for each person. I know it's not much but something everyone could use and that was my goal. We filled up our buggy at one store then pressed on to the next. In less then two hours we had a lot of presents bought.
The next morning, Saturday, my goal was to finish for my girls and my parents. I set the alarm early and when it went off so did the balance in my head. The room seemed to be spinning one way and my head the other. Unless I was laying flat I felt like a gyroscope. I took medicine, I used essential oils, I tried deep breathing but nothing was working. I finally could raise my head just enough to put in a quick order with Amazon, but it did not complete my list.
By Monday I had developed something I had never had before - a toothache. I already had an appointment with the dentist to finish up a crown and by the time I got in his chair I was crying from the pain. I'm generally not a wimp but this was fierce. By the time I left they had deadened my mouth for the third or fourth time, handed me a prescription for antibiotics and pain pills, and with my hair and shirt sopping wet from tears, tried one more time to go shopping for my girls.
It was not a successful excursion and I ended up at the drug store instead.
Somehow I managed to get out the next morning and finished as quickly as I could before the pain pill wore off and thanks to everyone pulling together, we managed to host our family party that night, none of which could have happened without all that Grace and Annabel did.
Do you see why I was so determined to get presents for them? As well as the rest of my family? They are always there to rescue me.