Yes I do.
Last night I dug deep into the bathroom cabinet under the basin.. I think some call it a vanity..
Vanity what? I wonder does one really pose in front of it vainly or something.. I never seem to do that, do you?
But on with this calico cat tail, oops mean tale
I had noticed under the light of the fluoro there was a darkness to the roots of my shorn locks. Locks no more .
I mean, when I said to that hairdresser, a middle aged Chinese lady who seemed not be able to speka English very well," Please do not cut it so I look like a boy. Big ladies look funny with a haircut like that, or butch"... So what she do?
She give me boy hairs, nice modern style, yes madam? NO, says madam aghast as her shears went as fast as Edward Scissorhands ( My idol J Depp).
She, meaning I, see all that hair on the floor..it was short to start with.. I am near head naked..enhances the short neck NOT, and the vast plump shoulders and, well we do not need to go down any further.
I do not look like a boy..my head does.
I unwillingly handed over the cash to Madam Inscrutable ( does she have another job at night supervising?) who could not be bothered, she just wanted her cash and moved to next customer without a blink.. no smile, no come again, zilch!
Miss just 5 was present, wiggling around on a chair beside, and as like all honest little people pipes up "You look like a boy now grandma, AND ( pointedly) you told her not to do that but she has.." as we walked out the door...........
"Right" says me" let's go", muttering," never come back here again." "No we won't will we Grandma ?"..loud Dora voice pipes up again.. I did not blush, I almost applauded.
But to tortoiseshell..I decide as the washing is whizzing in machine 'to do my now 'well exposed roots'.
I have two boxes of the usual goop and espied another ..hmm different ? Nordic Blonde.. sounds fun.
So minutes later, I mix powder (that made me suspicious) and potions and shake, shake , shake, and apply to said roots.
As per instructions 40 minutes later, with scalp sort of 'stinging', I quickly spread the rest through ends that were left , waited for 5 more minutes, leapt into shower, washed all off, did the appropriate conditioner, dries....
....and found my scalp was burnt. OH buggerme.
Into my healing pot I delve.
Bepanthen being to only one I could find other than pure lanolin. Rub into sensitive spots.. greasy clumps.. yuk, maybe the hair will soak it up over night , as hair was still wet..colour was undetermined as yet.
I awake this morning ....oh gawd I look like Feobeleaf, my tortie cat!
The front hairline is very markedly tri- coloured from my natural ash on one side to almost sheer white and a patch of ash next to it on the other side..and more than multiple unmatched golden orange patches adorn.. so with white blond , almost orange golden blonde and dark blonde I am a fair sight..
I mean some would pay big bikkies to get this effect.
So do I try to tame the straw texture that sticks up nastily where the Bepanthen did not absorb at all and still in clumps ewww it still stings no comb can go there? Or, do I just gel it, spike it and go truly mod..Oh no no no.
Spiked hens are not Trendy, au fait, tres bon, definitely not attractive.
My feathers have been severely wounded, well abused, or just plain entered the realms of altered states.
I am stuck with this. I have 'done' my own hair for ages and never had this happen . I guess I am not Nordic
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