What to do on 4th of July weekend: fireworks, swimming, camping, grilling, and eating of yummy American foods.
What NOT to do on 4th of July weekend: Buy clearance rack hair color, let non-licensed crazy cousin foil you some ‘highlights’, go to church with pink-white-orange-&-brown hair.
Even when I really WAS a punk-rocker, I never dyed my hair. I was always too chicken. I once bought a bottle of WASH-OUT burgundy red …only to have it stay for 3 months – while I was working at a Pizza Hut and my uniform was the same color. I was mortified. That was the END of my hair dying feats.
Until Kevin. My man can do a mean highlight kit. Twice he has done my hair – very mildly highlighting and always cautious.
But I wanted to get in on the fun yesterday while my cousin was over. My mom wanted her hair frosted, so I figured we would both do them at the same time. Guess I should have known when the dye bottle turned bright neon pink that things were off on the wrong foot. Granted, the dye was cheap and my cousin did her best with my tender-headed whining self.
I’m just glad that most of the pink washed out. Hubby and son have taken to calling me “Pinkie on the Brain”. Facebook friends are sending me pictures of Cindy Lauper. My daughter now officially thinks I’m ‘cool’. Things could be worse, I guess. The entire of my head could have turned out bright pink. Or all of my hair could have fallen out.
So I’m heading out tonight to go see some fireworks and hoping that even in the dark, my hair won’t be brighter than what’s crackin’ and poppin in the night sky.