Ok, let me explain. First, that thing about wanting a routine… I suck at routines ok? So give me some time, cut me some slack. And thank goodness I am not getting graded on this.
Second, I couldn’t stay away from you all. No, really I mean it. I go to do something (see if I was in the South, I would say “fix” and I am not in the South but it popped in my head because Hooker Boots Friend is at home reading this in down in the good ol’ Tar heels state) but I digress. I am thinking of coloring my hair and for some reason, demented or otherwise, I think this is a good blog topic.
It might be blog worthy for me because when I told Hooker Boots Friend and Bathing Suit Sister about coloring my hair, they well, (ahem) sort of laughed at me. Oh don’t worry you might laugh too. I mean, they are sort of dumbfounded that me, a fabulous mom of 4, has colored her hair a total of TWO whole times in her entire life.
I don’t count the year I was trick-or-treating and went as Madonna or to the Halloween dance in Junior High. Nope. I am talking real, honest to goodness, permanent hair dye.
My problem is that I don’t know what to choose. I am going a tad bit grey and I don’t think I like it. I laughed at my very first grey hair but now I get the feeling that all the grey is beginning to laugh at me. So I have enlisted the help of Hooker Boots Friend and Bathing Suit Sister to help me update my style. My dear sister is going to help with the color process and Hooker Boots is a great color consultant because she loves color. I told you. She is a fahionista in every sense of the word.
So tomorrow when I head to Wal-mart to get my printer ink and business card paper, I am also making a stop in the health and beauty dept and I am going to choose from a blinding array of auburns and reds to find just the right color to banish those pesky white hairs and then we’ll see who’s laughing.