I am not vain, I swear. I really don’t care much about my appearance, just as long as I am comfortable. But I have had a lingering feeling that my long hair was boring. I decided to get it dyed. Being a poor college kid, I thought I’d get it done on the cheap at the Gary Manuel Aveda training salon.
My tale of woe begins yesterday, as I walked in for my appointment. I was immediately told that my hair was too dark to be done within the alloted 2 hour appointment. I was then told my wish of getting teal was also out of the question, as apparently there is some boring rule that one shouldn’t venture two shades outside of their normal color? All I knew was getting dark brown streaks was not exactly what I had in mind.
But whatever, I decide while I was in a chair and had two hours to kill, I’d let her play with my hair. Apparently this student was utterly clueless and uncreative. I kept saying “..but I look so plain…” and “this is not at all what I want” without any success. She was apologetic, saying that she just wasn’t sure what to do. Two hours later, I walked out looking like a Stepford Wife.
I woke up this morning with the resolve to get it fixed. There was no way I could give a presentation in my class tomorrow looking like a Martha Stewart Living subscriber. (No offense if that’s your bag, but I find that brand of normalcy utterly repulsive)
Living in Capitol Hill paid off, because I found a place open on Sundays that appeared to be up for the challenge. I would go get it fixed at a quirky little joint up on 15th. I would come home prancing with renewed confidence, even if I am finishing this weekend with a lot of hair chopped off. Sadly for her there wasn’t a lot to work with, so I ended up with even less hair and a bruised ego.
Vanity is so lame. I mean, honestly, who cares if I look bad. I will still give my presentation tomorrow, I’m pretty sure my husband will still find me attractive enough, and I have plenty of hats and scarves to disguise the errors in my judgement. If nothing else, at least it is Girl Scouts cookie time. I swear to you – Thin Mints can cure the most wicked of broken spirits.
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Sucks you couldn’t get the teal to happen– that would have been an awesome springy pick-me-up. New ‘do is awesome, and the Girl Scouts are amazing as always.
What I got from this post:
* “But I have had a lingering” I misread as something to do with lingerie.
* Teal awesome!
* Stepford wife wasn’t a bad look. And hey, the 2004 movie had Christopher Walken in it!
*Thin mints are tha SHIT especially fresh from a freezer or at least a refridge!
* you don’t blog enough…
@Tracy – Teal streaks! I know! So spring appropriate. Stupid students.
@Shane – Thanks for popping in to say hello! Thanks for the kind words and encouragement. This quarter has been nuts, but I’ll try to start blogging more. And *not* in lingerie. Haha.
My responses to Shane’s post and yours:
*Short hair always looks good on women (IMO). perhaps it was my childhood fascination with that robert palmer video.
*Lingerie, while delectable to look at is simply annoying “In flagrante delicto”.
*I am indifferent to teal, much like spinach.
*Again, Short hair = hotness.
That is all.
Oh and thin mints suck. IMO
Allow me to expand upon my broad generalization “Thin mints suck” comment:
I just don’t like mint.. never have.. If i wanted my mouth to feel like i was doused in liquid nitrogen by Arnold Schwarzenegger .. I’d become Robert Patrick.
But that’s just me, I digress.
In summary, I think you’re hair looks great. You should get teal from someone who will NOT argue since YOU’RE paying THEM. And I don’t care if Samuel L Jackon, Will Farrel, Tommy Lee Jones and Ma’ Fratelli from the Goonies all showed up in that crap-hole of a movie “The Stepford Wives”, It couldn’t have been saved. Though that would be totally bad ass if they did!