(The pictures are pretty unrelated, but illustrates our WONDERFUL last weekend.... a lot of pajamas, egg sandwiches, a lot of killer talks at Conference, and Ross' living-room workout during Conference. Anytime he does push-ups, Sophia jumps on his back.... he welcomes a challenge... that's the kind of man he is.... :)... or that's what we're trying to tell ourselves as the financial industry faces.... JUST a few...)
Is it really already Friday? This week has been crazy. Like CRA-zeee (first syllable said in falsetto). Why? Mostly because I was beyond excited to get my hair done, you know the usual, maybe a little more dark for winter, but fresh blond on top.... It's been a long time so my roots were horrendous and when I finally did it, after arranging babysitting which is no easy task, I spent like my life's savings and walked out with dark. red. hair. rrrrrrrr--- (now that you've growled and should really feel silly about it, reread that as the sound of a record scratching)... ahem-- that's right. Dark red hair. Well.... and bright red hair. Somehow both. Lizzie, Kodi, Shannon, Ross... you can all attest, not exaggerating. I had dark, bright red hair. Solid red hair. Blond gone. Lillie gone. I wanted to crawl into a corner and cry... but the worst part was that I couldn't! I have kids who still need me, and Ross is a little busy, what the with economy of our country crashing all around him, burying him a little more each day at work, (apparently the hundreds of thousands of dollars being lost left and right by clients every day....... is more important than my hair... even if it it DOES look cherry flavored.
So I had promised the girl I would give it a few days to get used to it before I decided if I needed more highlights (she knew I was scared to death when I walked out.) Well I could barely sleep that night, and woke up to the realization that it wasn't a nightmare and I did indeed, still look like Raggedy Anne. I couldn't wait another day, so I waited for 8am, went downstairs and paced while Ross stayed upstairs with the girls, took a deep breath,and called back. That dreaded phone call : "Can I come take advantage of another friend for babysitting, drive the 30 minutes to and from, and sit in that chair for three more hours and wonder if every hair stylist there is mentally putting me on their black-list for
A: Being a non-hair-changing, boring, blond mama that's hard to please and
B: One of those clients who tries to hide their BULGING eyes when given the bill like she's probably been buying her own kit at Rite Aid. Puh-lease.
But I spit it all out anyway (like verbally, not literally) --- and long story short, they got me in that day (yesterday), and loaded me up on some highlights. They were actually super nice and grateful I called back and all of that. (I did bring cookies as a peace offering... because NO, I was not prepared to pay any more) And the crazy thing is, I think the stylist was amazing. She asked me so many questions, was so thorough (I was there for five hours the first day but it WOULD have been worth it if I'd loved it.) We started with pictures of dark- "honey" blonds as I call them, and decided to be daring and ended on a picture of Rebecca Gayheart (the wife of McSteamy) with her brunette hair COVERED in golden highlights. She has hints of red in her hair so the stylist showed me all the colors she was thinking and of course I said "looks great!" I was so excited, as you can imagine, to look EXACTLY like Rebecca Gayheart.
Let me remind you, Rebecca is the one on the right. The one WITH the highlights. And this picture doesn't accentuate them as much as the one in the magazine I brought in. It's sort of ironic actually, that she's standing next to Kate Walsh since that is really the color I came out with . Pretty right? On Kate Walsh. Put that hair on my fair skin and rosy cheeks and NON-chiseled jawbones or shoulders and NON-tiny forehead..... not really the same effect. A little less Hollywood glam, a little more pasty-teenage girl who dyed her head with KoolAid at Girl's camp.
Anyway--- I said long story short a little ways back. Got more highlights yesterday. Still going to take a lot of getting used to but after being solid red? I'm back. And it's a change. Which is fun.
And I've got to wrap up with a little more, 'in her defense', since I got the name of the stylist from a friend who ALWAYS has the-bomb hair. Who's gone to her for a while and totally trusts her. And I really did feel like she KNEW what she was doing and was SUPER professional about it. I think she just thought I was a little more daring than I was and focused on the new look part, while I focused on the safe 'highlights in front part'... so when five hours had passed and the highlights didn't come through like she thought they would... she sent me off with "your eyes look amazing!" and I left feeling like I was ready for Halloween.
No pictures yet-- I'm sweaty and stinky since I couldn't find my keys this morning and had to run Sophia to preschool in the jogger-- I WISH I'd taken one before the highlights, but forgot, and so tried to get one on my crappier than crappy phone in the car on the way to my appt. If I ever figure out how to upload that, maybe I will. In the mean time, just wish me luck with my 'more edgy' new look.