I don't know what I was thinking.
I wasn't really.
Just that I didn't want to be this total blond old lady anymore.
So, I told the lady at my new 'fix my roots' salon,
that I wanted my roots to come in better.
She seemed to know what I meant.
Asked if I'd ever done a total color with highlights.
I, of course, said no.
I also told her I knew nothing of hair.
That I thought it was a true art
to be able to see what would look good on someone.
I picked a color.
She went to work.
I looked terrible with all that foil.
It took a long time.
I didn't have my glasses on.
The cut looked OK.
When I got home,
I was afraid to look in the mirror.
It's dark. Chestnut brown dark.
She did a few highlights but
not around the base of my hairline.
Thus, it's dark. Dark dark dark.
I can't look in a mirror.
It is OK. I'm trying to like it.
I'm thinking I might go back
and ask her to add more highlights.
I wasn't happy as this blond thing that they had made me.
Only I'm not totally happy with this either.
Oh, and it took three hours for them
to do this to me.
I'm worn out.
Hiding from mirrors.
What was I thinking.
Please, someone out there,
make my hair
bee u tea ful.
Is that too much to ask.
~ JC ~