Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Defective Hair Day




Defective Hair Day

One of my Blog friends told how she was trying to cover up a few silver colored hairs in her head and ended up with something somewhat different than she expected. Well, let me tell you about some of my hairy experiments. There was the time I decided I wanted to go blond. I considered having it done in a salon, but I’m always about saving money. Blond was a shade I had never tried before, and I wanted to see for myself if blondes have more fun. This was forty years ago, and I still don’t know if it’s true or not because it wasn’t even close to blond. It was bright neon orange. I looked like a traffic signal, only brighter, much brighter. I had to go to work the following day. I knew I couldn’t go on vacation on such short notice, so I swallowed my pride and walked in the next morning. It didn’t take much to set those co-workers off. They heehawed and cackled like a bunch of chickens. The orange hair either grew out or I covered it up with something else.
You would think I would have learned my lesson, but I didn’t learn it very well. One time I ended up with blue hair. I looked like Homer Simpson’s wife for awhile. I’m not sure what I had been aiming for that time. I went through the coal black hair. That was the one that drew the most shocked looks. Orange was funny, blue was ugly, black was shocking, as though they had just had an encounter with a space alien. Now I just leave it alone and hope it doesn’t all fall out.