I’ve been lamenting… as we lamenters tend to do… for years now about how my mom passed her early-grey-hair genes my way. My mom had grey hair for years when I was a kid… for as long as I can remember. She didn’t start dying her hair until much later in life… I think it happened around the time Lindsay constituted herself a fashionista and therefore grey-mom hair wouldn’t fly in her presence! As for me… I’ve been pulling out grey hairs since I was 18. I figured if I pulled them out it would be a lot cheaper than dying my hair, and now that I have approximately 3 hairs left, I’m starting to regret that decision! It’s slowly and gradually gotten to the point where pulling the hairs out isn’t gonna cut it. I have too many and I hate looking in the mirror at 34 years old to see grey staring me in the beady eyeballs. Instead of actually doing something about it, I’ve just lamented the greyness… like an annoying record player stuck in the same position for 50,000 years (Kids… a record player is from back when dinosaurs roamed the Earth… carry on).
I couldn’t wrap my head around wasting money every 4 to 6 weeks to have someone dye my hair. Plus, I had a bad experience the last 2 times I dyed my hair. It was back when I was a teeny bopper and I suddenly had the overwhelming urge to turn myself into Anne of Green Gables. I thought I was tres cool buying me a box of auburn hair dye at the K-M-Apart. The morning after when I woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed my hair had turned purple, I was as cool as a socks-with-sandals wearer. I’m sure it had something to do with the quality of the 1990s hair dye and/or the fact that I had no business trying to look like Anne of Green Gables when clearly I was a Diana Barry (three people who read this blog will know what I’m talking about… the rest of you… zone out for that last sentence).
So, I finally jumped in and just did it tonight. I got recommendations on the best hair dye and bought me a box of it yesterday (yes, from the same exact store as my last disaster). Madre helped me dye it tonight (since sans glasses I’m like a walking drunkard in a booze parade). The verdict? Eh… I still can see the silver shining through the leaves. Madre thinks I’m hallucinating, but I think she might need to put her glasses on. At least it’s not purple… yet.
In other happenings… at Sam’s Club yesterday I sat in the car because I didn’t need anything and I’m trying to be less spontaneous in my food purchases on account of the fact that I’m starting anew. When one parks at Sam’s Club on a Saturday, you have 3 choices. Park 5 miles away and walk in, drive up and down the aisles until you see someone packing their trunk to leave, or get creative. Chic yesterday got creative. Madre had done the drive up and down the aisles until someone backed out choice, so we parked in front of a 4-foot landscape-paved wall. A lady with a cart absolutely chock full of all things Sam’s Club parked her cart next to my rolled-down window and started to unload it onto the 4-foot rock wall. She had like olive oil and a pumpkin pie and woman liners and vinegar, etc., etc., etc., all lined up and down this wall. She then hefted herself up onto the wall, walked through a rock garden, and another parking lot to where she’d parked her car 7 miles away, unlocked her trunk, and then made the trip back to the wall to retrieve her crap, repeating the process for near 20 minutes… humming all the while! I needed a nap when she was finally done. Of course I didn’t heft myself out my car seat to assist her… ain’t no way I and all my grace are scaling a 4-foot wall with limbs still intact.
Moral of the story… uh… I got none. But have a great week. It’s October on Tuesday! Plan accordingly.