Well friends, let me give you all fair warning that you never see me on a season of "Shear Genius" ever!!
And I really mean never because the other night I learned that the equation:
Me + a box of hair color - a professional = COMPLETE DISASTER
Holy cow the horrid of what took place still haunts me.
Although there truly is no logical explanation for what I did other than I normally have to highlight this blonde hair to be seen in public and I literally woke up with an inch of roots that grew out overnight, didn't have time to get in this week to my hair gal and really wanted the roots to vanish immediately so I could walk outside again. We also had a baby being born in the family the next day and I was all like "there is no way this new bundle of joy can witness hair roots on her first day. My word things like this should be held off for little eyes as long as you can. Are you with my thinking?
So I googled coloring ones own hair and bought a box of color. Because if Sarah Jessica Parker can do it then surely I can too.
I will add in that my mom did warn me not to, but I choose to ignore that tidbit of our conversation. Because hello Sarah Jessica's mom let's her dye her own hair.
I think it only took a mere 5 seconds before I realized that this could literally be the single dumbest moment of my life. It was too late so I went for it. Boy was not home to witness Ugly Cry #1 & #2, but did walk into a hair dye tornado that overtook the bathroom and just in time to witness Ugly Cry #3.
If there are any men reading this, please make mental note of this. "Do not laugh at your wife no matter how bad the hair may look". It will take you far.
Which in turn caused Ugly Cry #4.
At this point it's late. I've got two options either wait till morning and call my hair gal and in turn get beaten over the head with a Chi for what I've just done or run to Wal-Mart and get another box and try to fix it to avoid the beating.
Oh yeah. Option #2. Because it's of course the most logical. So boy being the sweet husband that he is (and feeling bad for starting Ugly Cry #4) comes along.
I think I've finally got the perfect color that will fix the mess and we head home. I say a lengthy prayer then go to work. But no it's even worse and if you get it under the light just right it's a nice shade of Kumquat...according to Pottery Barn.
Oh the hair pain.
The next morning I called and begged my little heart out and then sat through a lecture of why I'm banned from the hair color aisle to get my lovely blonde back.
I learned a very valuable lesson.