That’s just the way it is.
I LOVE my stylist, Jeff.
He is cute. He makes me laugh.
He has a little 80's picture of Scott Baio at his station.
Jeff is awesome.
As I have gone part time at my day job (YAY!) there have been a few things I have been forced kicking and screaming to give up (BOO!) or...find a cheaper version of.
• Manicures – My at home mani skills are now pretty damn impressive, if I do say so myself.
• Foofy coffee drinks – I’ll gladly drink the drip in the break room.
Well, I was more “glad” with my latte, but, whatever.
• Lunch hour trips to Nordstrom/Sephora – Yeah, um, bye-bye.
But the one thing, ONE THING I said I would never let go of, no matter how rough things got, was my time with Jeff. Surely color from a box couldn’t be as good. And surely I would wreck it somehow, like in ninth grade when my girlfriends and I put henna in our hair and I ended up looking like a deranged clown.
I had let my cut and color appointment with Jeff pass me by, I cancelled it due to lack of funds. I didn’t want to be stupid and put it on my credit card; I was going to wait until I could afford it. That is until I went and visited my mom the other night.
I was sitting on her front porch and she was standing above me.
“LORI, what is that in your hair?”
From her tone of voice I thought I had a tarantula, or seriously, something worse on top of my head.
“Is that gray? I HAD NO IDEA you were that gray!”
I couldn’t wait one minute more.
I needed a fix now. Fast.
Based on mom’s reaction, like, yesterday.
I strolled the hair color aisle at Fred Meyer like a kid in a candy store for the first time. So much to choose from, jeez. I was drawn to Feria, by L’Oreal because of the hip/Beyoncé factor. But right next door to it lived the Excellence Creme, with a big old gold shiny box slapped on the front claiming “SUPERIOR GRAY COVERAGE.”
Excellence Creme was clearly just what the doctor ordered.
|Party time. Excellence.|
So last rockin’ Saturday night, instead of my glass of wine with Jeff, I had my bottle of beer at home as I set out to color my hair.
It was easy! I felt like a little scientist, putting on my plastic gloves, mixing up my stinky chemicals, and slapping it on top of all that "sparkle".
Here is the result:
|Look ma - no roots!|
Co-workers and friends gave me the usual, “You got your hair done, it looks great!”
Why yes, yes I did get my hair done.
For six-dollars-and-ninety-nine cents.
With a two-dollar-off coupon.
I am seeing Jeff tomorrow for a haircut – there are certain things a girl just shouldn’t have to give up.
Because just like Beyoncé - I’m worth it.