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One of the ‘out of kilter things’ I mentioned yesterday is my hair. Not news, I know; if you’ve read the ‘Hairstory’ post you know my hair and I are rarely on the same page. Over the weekend I went for a cut and color, and feeling a little down I asked if they could squeeze in a pedicure while the color developed. Business being slow they were only too happy to accommodate me. I’m sure you can guess where I’m going with this…my hair cooked too long and is now about a full level too dark. Additionally I’m hanging on to a cut I hate – a bob – because I want as much hair as possible for the wedding. I’ve no idea what I’ll do after the wedding but I hate it so much I may be looking for a salon that very afternoon.
So, in desperation I wandered the hair-stuff aisle at Target last night. No, I’m not loopy enough to ‘re-color’ and try to fix it; I’ve no disillusions as to how that would work out. What I wanted was a large barrel curling iron because it’s becoming harder and harder to dry it on a round brush without creating a duck’s butt on the back of my head. I also examined clips and pins, barrettes and headbands and ended up with a ziz-zag headband that I thought might make for good wedding hair with the right amount of curling and teasing. Not being the kind of person that can ignore a new toy I employed both the iron and the headband this morning and trotted off to work pleased with myself.
When I arrived at work I caught sight of my reflection in the glass door and my first thought was “What were you thinking?” I have no idea how something that looks great in the bathroom mirror at home looks so flippin’ bad in the bathroom mirror at work. My make-up plays this trick too, but that’s another post. It probably doesn’t help that I’m wearing a shirt the color of pea-soup after Linda Blair gets done slinging it around the room … lovely with my too-dark hair. I’m only smiling in this photo because I believe it hides the wrinkles!
