Well, I’m an idiot and I brought this on myself.
Matt’s always on me to dye my hair red (I keep telling him I’m never going to look like Nicole Kidman, but it doesn’t seem to sink in).
So anyway, while I was in Mississippi I had some time on my hands and decided to hit the mall and surprise Matt with some subtle red highlights when I came back. I even checked the guy out first — not straight out of school, worked in a salon that was not in the mall before — what did I forget — the what kind of services do you do everyday. Seems my man did “fashion ” which in plain speak means stripes.
I came home with bright red stripes. They are fading to a bad punk rock purple red now.
I was supposed to have it all dyed back to one color last week but managed to double book myself and had to cancel. So I’m going back in Monday night to finally return to myself again.
Sorry Matt, but I’m swearing off the red completely.
A period of self hair loathing …
One response to “A period of self hair loathing …”
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come on, being a red head it that bad. what it is with men and red hair. eric always wants me to dye my hair sydney bristow red. who does that? I am in my thirties and a mom. seriously. i am already a red head do I need to be a freak show too? Good job for giving it a try. And pictures would be a nice thing!!
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