Another Lifetime: going back to my roots: not a girly girl!

Sunday, August 2, 2009

going back to my roots: not a girly girl!

I'm sitting here with a box of "Spicy Salsa" Garnier Nutrisse hair color next to me, the reason being that I am done with paying $150 to the hair salon every few months. Worse than the money spent was the time wasted! I would go in at 10am and leave at 1:30! That is ridiculous!! I am lucky to be able to say that I don't see any grays yet, and was simply coloring my hair because I was on this mission to find the perfect color. In the words of my nieces, my former hairstylist, and just about anyone on tv nowadays, "WhatEVER".

I'm coloring my hair tonight just to make it one shade again. Spicy Salsa seems to be pretty close to my original color, if I remember correctly. I'll need your positive thoughts, however, because I have had a few hair coloring disasters in my time. I have been a ridiculous "frosty white blond" and I have sported ridiculous goth black hair (I have freckles on my nose, blue eyes, was blond as a kid, and was Annie in the school musical, to give you a sense of how wrong that looked). Those weren't even my mistakes, actually. The salon can take credit for those stunning works of art. The truth is that I don't care very much about my hair, and so with each hair disaster I just kind of accepted it and forgot about it. Still, I need your good luck wishes. I feel like being a pretty inept cook somehow translates to being bad at coloring one's hair. Could it be?

I know, Roxie looks worried.

The point is, however, that I just want to look normal and the days of paying through the nose for crunchy dried out hair are over, I tell you, over! Off I go...

4 comments:

♥ Boomer ♥ said...: You know, now, that you will have to post a picture. It's funny because I've been coloring mine, but decided to schedule an appointment for a professional job for the first time in AGES...just to pamper myself a little. Perhaps I should go get a massage instead?; August 4, 2009 at 6:33 PM
Maria said...: wishing you well on this journey.
really curious to see what spicy salsa looks like, sounds fun; August 4, 2009 at 6:42 PM
Cindy said...: i hope that worked out ok. i'd like to see, too. and, who comes up with these names ;)?

i'm getting gray hairs highlighted throughout my dark brown locks and it's fine with me.; August 5, 2009 at 4:44 AM
kendalee said...: So, how did it work out? Spicy Salsa sounds like a fabulous and very appropriate colour for you!

My first and last experience with hair colour (about 20 years ago now) was to have some coppery highlights put into my already coppery hair at a salon... Nothing too dramatic. Except that they turned a kind of bluey grey colour instead - not a great combo! And it put me off the whole idea of hair colour ever since. My sister reckons it's about time, and would do me some good, to fade in some of the greys that are now appearing, so I have a box of Butterscotch waiting to go... Haven't gotten 'round to doing it yet though. Perhaps, inspired by you, and if Roxie now looks less concerned, I'll try it this weekend :); August 6, 2009 at 6:01 AM

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Three Cups of Tea, Greg Mortenson

The Hour I First Believed, Wally Lamb

The Bookseller of Kabul, Åsne Seierstad

The Vanishing Act of Esme Lennox, Maggie O'Farrell
"Esme stares at the spiked rocks. She stares and stares until they begin to lose their third dimension, until they begin to look unfamiliar, insubstantial. Like the way words said over and over become just a slurry of a sound. She says the word 'word' over and over in her head until she hears only 'dwur-dwur-dwur'. She is aware of those numbers, the two and the eight, trying to find a place to slip back in. They have been lurking at the edges where she pushed them and they are mounting an assault, a break-in. She won't have it. She will not."

The House of Seven Gables, Nathaniel Hawthorne
"But as for the old structure of our story, its white-oak frame, and its boards, shingles, and crumbling plaster, and even the huge, clustered chimney in the midst, seemed to constitute only the least and meanest part of its reality. So much of mankind's varied experience had passed there, -so much had been suffered, and something, too, enjoyed,- that the very timbers were oozy, as with the moisture of a heart."

The Sun Also Rises, Ernest Hemingway
"She was sitting up now. My arm was around her and she was leaning back against me, and we were quite calm. She was looking into my eyes with that way she had of looking that made you wonder whether she really saw out of her own eyes. They would look on and on after every one else's eyes in the world would have stopped looking. She looked as though there were nothing on earth she would not look at like that, and really she was afraid of so many things"

The Life You Can Save: Acting now to end world poverty, Peter Singer
"In the United States, 97 percent of those classified by the Census Bureau as poor own a color TV. Three quarters of them own a car. Three quarters of them have air conditioning. All have access to health care. I am not quoting these figures to deny that the poor in the United States face genuine difficulties. Nevertheless, for most, these difficulties are of a different order than those of the world's poorest people."

Kiss Me Like a Stranger: My search for love and art, Gene Wilder

Eat Pray Love, Elizabeth Gilbert
"I walked into an office building one afternoon in a hurry, dashed into the waiting elevator. As I rushed in, I caught an unexpected glimpse of myself in a security mirror's reflection. In that moment my brain did an odd thing-it fired off this split second message: 'Hey! You know her! That's a friend of yours!' And I actually ran forward toward my own reflection with a smile, ready to welcome that girl whose name I had lost but whose face was so familiar......Never forget that once upon a time, in an unguarded moment, you recognized yourself as a friend"

The Kindness of Strangers, Katrina Kittle

The Alchemist, Paolo Coelho, translated by Alan Clarke
"'Everyone on earth has a treasure that awaits him,' his heart said. 'We, people's hearts, seldom say much about those treasures, because people no longer want to go in search of them. We speak of them only to children. Later, we simply let life proceed, in its own direction, towards its own fate. But, unfortunately, very few follow the path laid out for them- the path to their Personal Legends, and to happiness. Most people see the world as a threatening place. So, we, their hearts, speak more and more softly. We never stop speaking out, but we begin to hope that our words won't be heard: we don't want people to suffer because they don't follow their hearts.'"

Mrs. Dalloway, Virginia Woolf
"For this is the truth about our soul, he thought, our self, who fish-like inhabits deep seas and plies among obscurities threading her way between the boles of giant weeds, over sun-flickered spaces and on and on into gloom, cold, deep, inscrutable; suddenly she shoots to the surface and sports on the wind-wrinkled waves;"

The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath
"The room hovered around me with great gentleness, as if the chairs and the tables and the walls were witholding their weight out of sympathy for my sudden frailty"

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Sunday, August 2, 2009

going back to my roots: not a girly girl!

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