And it's no secret that I color my hair since the grays are overtaking my part and I'm looking like Sweeney Todd.
The good news is that clumsiness + hair dye = blog fodder.
Truth be told, I haven't dyed my hair since before Thanksgiving. In a brief moment of frugality and granolaness, I thought I should just embrace the grays and call them highlights.
That choice lasted about six months, during which time I frequently questioned my decision as the grays kept coming. They grew longer and seemed to multiply like baby bunnies.
This morning I was brushing my hair when I just couldn't take it anymore. The grays were mocking me so I dove under the sink and grabbed a box of Natural Match, my preferred brand.
An hour later I had shiny, glorious, dark brown hair with golden undertones and nary a gray in sight.
Now here's where the clumsy comes in. While the color was sitting on my head, I popped a piece of Trident White in my mouth. And while I was blow-drying my hair, I flipped my head upside down to get a little extra oomph. That piece of Trident White popped out of my mouth and into my bangs.
What am I, four years old? I can't keep gum in my mouth?
I quickly grabbed the creamy peanut butter and the extracted the gum in less than a minute. But I couldn't wash the peanut butter out using shampoo or soap because that breaks one of the Cardinal Rules of Hair Coloring: Don't wash your hair for 24 hours afterward.
So I rinsed out the peanut butter using a wet washcloth, smelled my hair, and realized I couldn't go out in public like this or I'd have birds landing on my scalp thinking I'm a peanut butter pinecone.
Hello, baseball cap. I guess my shiny gray-free hair will have to make it's debut tomorrow.
