Round 2!

Ok, So I made a big mistake! I admit, it is not the first time I've done this either. By this I don't mean a mistake in general. No, by this, I mean the exact same this!!!

Let me tell you, when I went into the beauty supply store I was going in and out for a quick set of curlers. I had no intentions of anything other than a new set of really fantastic curlers. Ya know, to make my mornings run smoother and to have some great looking hair at virtually no effort on my part. That was my plan...I promise! The bad news is, that I got a little distracted by all the pretty colors! I think I have ADPO (Attention Deficit...Pretty Object), I really do. I even had the curlers in my hand, walking to the register and then right in front of me was a huge selection of pretty boxes with any color hair I could dream of. So...I found the Light blond seduction (OK, OK, so it was really called the light blond ash but I'm saying seduction for effect here just go with it!) and I thought "ooohhhh yaaa, Josh is gonna LOVE this!". I really think he might have, had it turned out the color on the box...but I'm jumping ahead here. So, I pick my perfect color and I proudly start to walk, head held high, to the register with my box of color and my new curlers. Really, I'm walking like I weigh 20lbs. less and have no stretch marks under my clothes, now that is proud! Although, inevitably, their is always a clerk in the store who has "feelers" for the wannabe hair dresser. She dashes out from nowhere and lands right in the way of the register. So, she stops me and questions what I'm doing with the box. It's almost as if she's saying "really, mam, you don't want to do this! Life is really not that bad...please...put. down.the. box! For all things good lady, PUT IT DOWN!" and in the end she does talk me out of getting the color. With her little sales pitch I also decide to go with a whole new look. With that thought I'm now not even convinced I will need the curlers. I set an appointment and then I leave the store. Without even the curlers...... ya know, the curlers that I went in for!

The End.

OK, not really! So, I do set an appointment with a "hair specialist" and I do leave the store but I end up at Target (it has some sort of magnetic pull to me I swear!). I just needed a few miscellaneous items for the house. I am totally minding my own business when my ADPO kicks it into high gear AGAIN and I end up in the hair color section. Let me clarify...this has happened before. I mean a llllooooonnnnnggggg time ago. When I was in college one of the girls on my hall convinced me to let her color my hair. I didn't initially agree, no, not until she told me she had a friend who's sister is a hair dresser and so she was qualified....what? I went for it though! It happened so long ago because when it happened before I swore it would never. happen. again! The only bad thing, this time, no clerk is there to save me from myself and I end up with my light blond persuasion (remember Ash isn't seductive enough to get my point across). I get it out of the store, back to the house, onto my head and rinsed out into the drain even! I'm proud again! I'm proud all the way to the reflection in the mirror! and then. complete horror at the sight of it! No kidding! It's an awful color of not so seduction and persuasion but of breast fed baby poop. Not the color I was going for. Not the conversation I want to have with my husband either.

I did manage to send Josh a text saying something like "remember 15 years ago when we said our vows and you repeated back to the minister 'richer/poorer, sickness/health, and better/worse'?" he replied "what did you do now?" when I sent him a text back and said "well, my hair is not really as bad as it looks" he immediately called me! I almost didn't answer but I didn't think quick enough and picked up the phone. By the time Josh got home to see it, it had kind of grown on me. It is the most unnatural color you'd ever see but I had gotten over the initial shock of the whole situation so I felt better about it. He asked how soon my appointment was and I said I wasn't sure I was going to go, in which he strongly encouraged me to go ahead and keep it! Emma let him know it is much worse when it is wet and he said for every one to remind him not to go into our bathroom until the hair dryer stops, if it can get worse than what he saw. Needless to say, I've yet to have my appointment and I continue to walk around with this strange color of hair. I must admit, this is one of the plus sides of moving where I don't know anyone because I really can not run into someone I know who may use this against me. I even scare myself sometimes when I look in the mirror.

Anyway, I've spent way to many hours searching for new hair colors and styles on the internet in the past few days and I am still unsure about what I will end up with. Even though you will NEVER see the before pictures, I'll be sure to post some after shots. A little piece of advice though: If you say you will never make the same mistake again....listen to yourself!!!