Hair Coloring At Home is NOT for Sissies!!!

Again, another money saving opportunity is questionable! I don’t know about you, but my grey hair is gaining on me. It seems that the roots have been touched up and before I am out the door, they are growing out again!! One would think that the salons use Miracle Grow my hair to make it grown faster so I can return sooner.

So, I began the quest of taking on my OWN hair coloring. Some of you may be very good at this, but let me tell you this job is NOT for sissies!

To reaffirm my stance that one needs the right tools for the right job (please see below for blog on that subject) the truth could never be…well…more true!

In an effort to saving $$ by coloring my own hair at home, Steve and I purchased a “boxed” hair color. It looked good. The girl on the box looked great and man, her hair!!!

I remember vaguely Steve inquiring about the color and if the color was correct and I vaguely remember assuring him that it was indeed correct. He went so far as to ask me if I had the correct number. Being more confident that I should have, I assured him that yes that was indeed the right color.

If ever there were more proof that Murphy’s Law coincides with the importance of an event, let me just tell you that it does! Steve serves on a board of directors for a non-profit organization. Last night was the “gala” (in other words – high dollar and no, your flip flops won’t be working for you that night) event.

The question begged itself, “Why not color it this afternoon so that it will be fresh and at least come close to the girl on the box?” So, with no anticipation at all in my heart, I grabbed the box and headed into our bath area to commence the ordeal.

Again, one would think that the color coming out of the bottle would be the color of what your hair will resemble. ..Oh, not so, my little pretty! Thinking that it might be a good idea to “do” my eyebrows as well, fails me now, but at the time, it did seem like a good idea!

Momentarily the color began to appear in my hair. I had not looked in the mirror but had moved on to more important work while the color was correctly timed to perfection. Once the timer went off, I breezed by Steve’s office to let him know that I was almost ready to go.

There are looks on one’s face that allows the other person to sense many emotions: danger, fear, humor and quite possibly confusion. You might be thinking to yourself that one could not possibly express all these emotions at one time, but by some miracle, my husband did. Oh, and I forgot to mention he said, “Honey, you kind of look like Groucho Marx!”

Feeling a severe sense of foreboding, I quickly go to our bathroom mirror and look. Oh, my Lord! I did look like Groucho Marx!!!! Steve followed me in to the bathroom and asked, “That is coming off your face, right? “ Face, what do you mean it’s on my face??? Oh Lord, it’s on my face!

Shampoo has no fury like a woman who has applied the wrong hair color. After washing it in the kitchen sink, I quickly wrapped my head in a towel and went back into the bathroom where the lighting was better. Steve waiting there (safe move on his part) stood patiently while I unwrapped the towel.

All of a sudden he began to speak Spanish to me. I look into the mirror and this fair skinned, freckled child of God looked like Maria Gonzales or a very old Cher with short hair).

Well, what is a girl to do but “go on to the show!” I dried my hair, rolled it and applied make up. Steve was awesome and I fretted over what to wear that would make me look to gothic!!! We settled on an outfit and I sprayed the disaster and out the door we went.

There were many heads that turned as we entered the room. I would like to think that it was the beautiful silver heart filled with rhinestones hanging from my neck that caught the attention, but somehow I’m not so sure.

After the evening finally ended, Steve brought me a glass of wine as I sat at my computer submitting a business transaction.

Let us just say, this man of mine is the love of my life. Not once did he make me feel (after the Spanish speaking thing) out of the ordinary. You would have thought he had escorted the most famous movie star ever! He held my hand and introduced me to all his friends on the board.

I’m thinking two things: First, I am keeping this man of mine! He is such an incredible man of God and I couldn’t love any man more (than Jesus). And two, hair coloring at home is not for sissies!!! I’m thinking that maybe it is worth the $$$.