Not too long ago I was at the store with my mother and the girls. Mom, can (and does) spend
years hours a really long time just looking at…well anything. I’m always ready to go loooong before she is. To relieve my boredom, I started walking down all the aisles. When I got to the hair dye, on a whim, I decided to get myself some…just to add a little pizzazz for the summer.
Mom, who doesn’t really like to shop alone wasn’t far behind me. She scoffed at the color and brand that of coloring that I had chosen. I was quickly ushered over to a different section of the hair dyes. She informed me that I needed to get her brand because I was worth it. (See…advertising does work.) My rebuttal was that my chosen brand was good for your hair as it had natural fruit oils in it. (Like I said about the advertising…). I always thought I got my stubborn gene from my dad, apparently I was wrong as I found myself agreeing to get her brand of colorant.
Then we got down to the choosing the color. My mother didn’t like any of the colors that I was drawn to. It was too big of a change, too red, too blond, too dark, just not quite right… She handed me the same shade that she had always used before she stopped coloring her hair. Mom had a really hard time trying to understand why I didn’t want the same exact shade of hair as my mother! The color she finally decided that I needed was almost the exact same shade as my natural color. She disagreed.
It’s amazing that the conditioning of my youth still remains. Knowing that anything else was futile, I bought the box that Mom had selected for me. Sigh…
Later that evening, I did my hair. Sure enough, it looked almost exactly the same. Perhaps just a hair lighter. The next time I saw Mom, I didn’t say a word. It took her just over four hours (not that I was counting or anything) to notice that something might be different.
Next time I want to play with my color, I’m going shopping by myself…
Edit to add:When Shaun came home I caught him staring at me intently. He finally asked if this was a recent story or something that had happened a long time ago. He hadn’t noticed anything in the two weeks since I had dyed my hair!
Bit O’ Life
A sunburned and exhausted KT after being picked up from martial art camp.