The Mystery Of Hair Dye
I am sitting here, dear Reader, contemplating the mystery of hair dye.
You see, I was born a blonde. But I haven’t been blonde in about seven years, thanks to Clairol and (more often) Feria. I hate the way I look when I’m blonde. I hate the jokes about how stupid I must be because my hair is pale. I even hate seeing blonde hairs in the hairbrush. Gray I like. Black I like. Red I’ll live with.
Blonde? No way. It may work for others, but not for me.
So I’m perched in THE CHAIR, my head slathered with stinking goop, and I am thinking about this mystery. It’s one of the few things I do For Myself, dyeing my hair. I don’t wear makeup–slap a little eyeliner on and I’m good to go–and I almost never buy clothes (why? the ones I wore two years ago are baggy but still good). My expenditures are: children, household, books, and only then whatever things I might need.
But gooping up and chemically altering my hair color is something I feel okay doing. I don’t feel guilty for spending ten bucks on a bottle of hair dye, whereas I’ll feel guilty dropping ten bucks on something else for myself.
Hmmm.
Yup, it’s a mystery.
I also have to pack today, set up the blog message and auto responder for while I’m gone, go get snackies for the train trip (thirty hours of READING! Watching SCENERY! Writing in my journal! Listening to MUSIC! THINKING!!!1!!!) and print out various things I’ll need for the trip.
But for right now I’m going to sit here. Macavity (our tuxedo kitty) just jumped up on the chair and stalked for the back, where he likes to sit and purr and nuzzle my hair while I’m working.
Heh. Not right now. He got about to my shoulder, got a snootful of dye-smell, and is now grooming himself across the room. I’m sure he’s traumatized.
It’s all part of the mystery of hair dye. In twenty minutes I will not even be close to blonde.
Thank God.
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July 22nd, 2008 at 1:31 pm
That’s me exactly! I might wear a lip color or mascara on a good day, but almost never. But yes, I will color my own hair. And I prefer Feria as well. I like the double sets you can get with two kinds of color. Mostly I’m trying to get away from the dun colored brown my hair has become in middle age. I’ve tried blond, red, brown of various tones.
Now, I’ve been told by a friend of mine that one “dyes” a rug and one “colors” one’s hair. So, now I color my hair instead of dyeing it.
However, I do not subscribe to the whole thing that home beauty is actually home ugly, because there are lots of women out there who do home beauty and for $10 it works fine. Better than $100 slapped down at a hair salon for something you almost like.
July 22nd, 2008 at 3:06 pm
Oddly enough, I’m a dark blonde and never once dyed my hair: not that I wouldn’t look good red, definitely not a too dark color (I’m already pale, I don’t want people trying to give me CPR coz my hair makes me look paler still), but I think red would suit me. But…my hair is already a lot and it’s curly, every time I shower I spend more time getting my hair decent than it takes to actually shower and dyeing it…it’d be too much. This probably labels me as a sloth but, hey, it’s true.
Moreover, I like the fact that most people thinks I’m stupid coz I’m blond: it’s just makes it the more sweet to prove them utterly wrong, MUH AHAHAHAH!!! I’m so evil. -_________-
July 22nd, 2008 at 9:31 pm
I have a friend who is naturally blond and in high school she wore a pin on her jacket that said “Blonds are not stupid.” She wore it upside down. Then when people asked her about it she’d say, “Duh, it’s so I can read it!”
She married a blond man, has a blond child and they’re all happily intelligent and fun. The family that watches scifi together, stays together. You know how it is.