There is something to be said for going to places for services where you are known and can count on what will happen to you. I thought I learned this less a few months ago, but apparently I didn’t retain the knowledge I learned at the last horrific hair experience….
This weekend, in Arkansas, I threw doubt to the winds and went to a day of pampering at the local beauty school with my friend while the children were at the wedding weekend. Let us just say that after spending money for highlights, nails and toes done, the highlight of the experience was that both recognized in silence how bad my hair looked, words were not needed or shared as she drove straight to Target to find anything to cover up what was done to my head. We looked at every box and carton for some magical logo like Horrific Hair Fixer….Stripe Be Gone…. My friend, who is not known for her sublty, was silent…not knowing how to keep from blurting what we both knew….that the tip trim had left my hair 2″ shorter than the already too short last haircut had and the color was like a tiger’s stripe…orange on top of reddish brown with a few white streaks…and it.wasn’t.good.
So here I sit in a hotel 400 miles from home, contemplating wigs for my daughter’s wedding just five weeks away, with a fresh hair coloring on my head hoping it can somehow fix what cannot be undone….and I simply have to laugh….for the truth is, my exhusband’s wedding day is no longer what we’ll remember this date for….and while I am praying their marriage lasts forever, I am equally fervantly praying this hair color and length problem won’t.
