For the past few days I have been on an adventure, traveling through boxes of photographs, rolling down memory lane, and yes, terrorizing the friends I have left on facebook with some blasts from the past.
I really have tried to be kind and only post pictures I thought were good ones.. and of course, I have been extra choosy when it comes to the pictures I post of myself.
I have realized something...good heavens, I have had some bad hair issues in my life. Now, I am not saying that my hair is perfect now, far from it... most days it aggravates me and today it was too puffy... but I digress. For the most part, sans all the regular problems it has, too curly, frizzy on humid days, gray far too soon after my hair appointments... for the most part, I am happier with my hair today, than ever before in my life.
When I turned thirty-four, I remember making a conscious decision to find a hair salon and stylist I liked. No more Great Clips, $9.99 hair cuts for me. I declared myself a grown-up woman, and grown up women had hair stylists!!
I did find a sweet girl, at a lovely salon and for almost two years, I was pretty happy with my hair. I would get color and cut and be perfectly content. However, one day I really wanted her to put highlights in my hair. She didn't want to do it... I was very unhappy. So, I did what any normal, red-blooded American girl would do... I decided to give myself highlights!
Now, please keep in mind, I am not even a beauty school drop out -- I never even enrolled... but for some reason, I decided I was talented enough to highlight my hair in the comfort of my own home. I purchased a box of highlight, (Carmel color of course!!) and went to town on my hair. The result, well, let's just say that I could have been mistaken for tiger at any moment with all the colorful stripes going on at the top of my head. The combination of my curly hair and the stripes was disconcerting... I decided I needed to re-visit the scene of the crime and "fix" it myself.
I went to the local drugstore and purchased some hair color remover, another box of regular brown hair color and around 11:00 PM, I commenced to "correcting" my mistake. I was under the impression that if I used the hair color remover, it would remove ONLY the color I had put on the night before...then I could just use the brown to cover it up. WRONG! The hair color remover did just what it claimed... it removed ALL the color in my hair.
After shampooing it out of my hair, I looked in the mirror to discover my hair was the color of rust, or bozo the clown orange, depending on the way the light hit it!! I was horrified. I quickly used the brown hair color, and prayed for a miracle. In the end, my hair became a lovely shade of burgundy. It was a disaster.
Lucky for me, I met a friend of mine for lunch the next day and she quickly and politely gave me the phone number of her hair stylist and encouraged me to call him as soon as possible!!!
I did, and five years later, I can honestly say it was one of the best phone calls I have ever made. He has transformed my hair, transformed my life and because of his work on me, several of my friends have also signed up to sit in his chair.
Looking through my old photographs I was reminded of how far my hair has come...THANK GOODNESS for my stylist, Lee, my Chi straightener and my husband's job that helps to fund and sustain this way of hair I have gotten accustomed too!!!
Living Happily In the Moment!
Beverly
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