Remember when my hairdresser gave me the row of highlights instead of the strip I had asked for? Who knew how hard they would be to cover? The picture on the left was the poor color job by the girl M and Crude Girl go to and she was way overpriced so I will never go back. I guess in retrospect it was a good thing because I searched and found henna.
I ordered blue black and because of those old highlights and how my hair always pulls red, it’s not as dark as I was hoping it to be. My hair is fuller and has more shine so I have that going for me. I’m really glad I tried it and I will use it again. It was messy but the end result was worth it.
There was that moment of terror when I stepped into the shower and the water hit my hair….it was all over the wall, the shower curtain, the faucet. All I could think about was the girl. She would have had a cow if she would have witnessed the mess. After I washed it twice it wasn’t quite as scary and there was no residual mess from my experiment. Thank goodness! It’s her job to clean the bathroom and sometimes she is a little drill sergeant about things.
I noticed in the different pictures that Force of Nature Girl took for me that my ends are looking a little scraggly. I don’t know if it’s because my hair is in desperate need of a cut or if it is a little to long for my fine hair? Saturday I have an appointment, maybe I will be brave and change things up?
Today was a **/ day at work. Every time crazy happened at my window I turned to Force of Nature Girl and said “star, star, slash.” I created **/ as a way to warn others to engage as little as possible with the crazy ones. The woman I created this warning system for had her surgery today. Anesthesia did wonders for this woman, she was cool as a cucumber. There were lots of other crazy things and people to make up for it unfortunately.
The kids were with their dad today and the went over their grandmother’s to celebrate Mother’s Day. The girl sent me a text asking about the flower girl in my wedding. Why am I still a topic of conversation? It gets creepier…..I answered the text and the grandmother tells the girl to go downstairs and check the wedding album. What??!!! Why is my wedding album readily available in this woman’s basement? I find the whole thing disturbing! My divorce was final in the Spring of 2002….that was forever ago. I feel like that was a lifetime ago. To be honest…I don’t think about it at all. I guess we will just chalk it up to crazy. What’s one more **/ to my day…..Zia