Apparently, I need to learn to define "red" more precisely.
I need to employ words like "auburn" and "copper." Not "red."
My hair-girl's new boss put in her two cents on how to mix the color for me. "It'll be gorgeous," she said, playing with my copious curls.

But this is a cartoon. I, dear diary, am not a cartoon. We should have nothing about our appearance in common. Especially not colors in our hair!
Hair-girl touched up some RED spots that framed my face, using brown. "Wash it a few times and it'll fade," she said. "It'll be nice. Don't worry. Give it a few days, and if you don't like it, we'll redo it."
I've washed it six times since yesterday. It's fading all right. My roots and a couple of highlights are becoming something like this.

I am a professional woman! This is not a look I want. To boot, today was Meeting Day. Boss is in town on Wednesdays, so I met with him face-to-face today. He's shorter than me. He couldn't see the roots. The beauty of curls is that I can fluff and arrange and cover up the roots, pretty easily. That'll do until hair-girl can fix it.
For a moment, I thought about Greg. I'm supposed to see him in about 10 days. He's not shorter than me, by a long shot. He'd notice. I thought of his funky tattoos. He might actually like the red-pinkness.
Then, last night, I was at a friend's house, where she was doing a cooking demonstration. I explained my multi-colored hair to the other gathered friends. They cooed and soothed at me that my hair was lovely and they couldn't tell anything was amiss. I relaxed. Afterwards, I gave a friend a ride home. As she got out of my car, the interior lights shone right over the top of my locks.
"Oh, I see it now," she said. And she grimaced. "Yeah, you're going to want to get that taken care of."
Hair-girl is getting a call....
4 comments:
Yeah, I don't know how happy my boss would be if I came to work and my hair was redish/pink, but then again, the hell with him! ;)
ah, well, blogget, i personally am a fan of chemically-produced hair. i wish i could get the pic on my phone of my cookie-monster-blue hair to transfer to the computer... and that was only about 8 months ago.
Hehehehe..
Hahahahha
Oh man. Sorry.
Sounds like it is time for a new hair-girl!
Corky -- well, my boss is significantly shorter than me and I did a good job of hiding my roots :o) Whew! Otherwise, he wouldn't have been happy....
Darth -- I would LOVE to see your blue hair! Love it! And I think some brilliant color is kind of fun in hair...it's just not a popular thing in my workplace. I really expect my daughter to show up with blue hair someday!
Sgt -- yeah, laugh it up! Hair-girl's problem is that she listened to a new lady give her advice....she needs to not do that!!
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