Hooray, no more uncooperative white hair! Since I’m not going to lose my hair after all, my husband convinced me to make nice with my hair. I don’t know why I have to be dragged to the salon, it doesn’t make any sense, because afterwards I’m always happy to be rid of the crazy white hairs dotting my scalp and I love having my hair blown out straight. I’m so silly.
I received a picture from my new French friends, Claudine and Marc and I laughed as soon as I saw it; it was part of a running joke we were throwing back and forth during our time together. Whenever we were either on the beach on Long Island or any one of the boats we took to take pictures of the New York skyline; I had a devil of a time taking pictures because of my flailing locks whipping around my face and cell phone, getting in my way of picture taking, at one time the name Medusa was hollered, I think by me and that moniker kept popping up thereafter. So when Claudine mentioned in her e-mail that she had captured a “meduse” on film, I burst out laughing when I saw that it was me and seconds later I gasped at the huge amounts of grey hair that I saw.
This was unacceptable and needed to be remedied immediately. My husband made a quick call to his good friend who owns the salon next to my mother’s house, SPACE, and viola. My head is lighter, my hair is brighter and I feel witty and pretty and gay! Kidding, I couldn’t help it, I was channeling Natalie Woods from Westside Story. It is amazing how something so frivolous as coloring and hiding your grays makes you feel so much better about yourself so quickly. When Rudy checked out my wet hair after the shampoo, I said “hooray! I won’t look lie the old hag anymore or least for another few months”. She said “you are too funny”. If hiding the grays puts a spring in your step and a smile on your face then why not I say.
That’s right, with my new hair cut and blow dried style, vanity has reared its ugly head again. Thank goodness it didn’t rain today because I seriously don’t think that I would have walked Jack for his usual two miles. My hair is still beautifully straight and sleek and this is something that I just don’t have the patience to do myself, so I am trying to keep it going on its own for as long as possible. So please don’t rain for just a few more days, I actually look civilized. I can tell that when my hair goes back to its natural wild state, my friends kind of miss the put together look. I have always let them know that I am too lazy and my arms get too tired blow drying my hair straight. It takes at least forty to forty-five minutes for a stylist to do it, so you can imagine how long it would take me blow drying my own hair, essentially backwards.
Vanity might be too harsh. It is a good thing to have pride in your appearance. I suppose that I am owning up to the fact that I like it when my hair looks nice and I wish that it wasn’t such a long and tedious process to get my hair straight without cooking my hair with the amount of high heat necessary. I experience hair envy, there I said it, I have hair envy. I would love to have hair that was manageable and wouldn’t get all crazy,frizzy at the hint of humidity.
Other than that, I have had a nice day doing not much of anything except for walking Jack, vacuuming the pool and watching Sherlock on Netflix, the one with Benedict Cumberbatch, it is such a good series. I guess that’s why I settled on writing about a subject as shallow as my hair and my hair envy, I got nothing else swirling around in mind.
My poor baby girl. I came home from weight class this morning at 11:15 to find my baby girl standing in the kitchen, home from her sleepover at her friend’s house, with her knit hat covering what looked to be dead straw in the place of what should have been her reddish locks of beautiful hair. My baby girl’s face spoke volumes. I don’t know what my face registered. I wasn’t surprised. I had mentioned a few times in the past, that constantly changing your hair can’t be the best thing for it. She now saw that what I had been saying could actually come to pass. I was just sad that she actually had to take the hair experimenting all the way to the point of no return and the necessary trip to the hair salon to fix the damage. My sadness came from the fact, I think, that my words weren’t enough to steer her away from this mistake. I suppose that a parent’s hardest lesson is to accept that oftentimes; experience is a much better teacher than any parental advice.
She asked in a small voice if I would go with her to the hair salon to fix her hair. I asked if she minded if I ate first and then I changed and off we went. The lady was wonderful and four hours later; my baby girl is back to her normal self. This unfortunate experiment cost her her Christmas money and taught her an expensive lesson; hair dyes and bleach can do nasty things to your hair that will cost quite a bit to undo. We still had a nice time together; keeping each other company while she went through each process, I love spending time with my baby girl. Live and learn.