So my sweet, well intending sister Becky decided that she could help me with my hair since Leisel (her sis-in-law/ hair dresser extraordinaire) is out of town, not to return until next week (too long for me to wait). After Houdini, I mean Beck, broke into Leisel's salon to retrieve her hair products she called me over to have my hair done. Safety and laundry-wise Becky even wore Leisel's professional apron making me feel a little less weary about having my never-been- to-beauty-school-sister do my hair.
Step one: call Leisel and somehow figure out how to weigh and measure hair dye while simultaneously adding equal parts of developer to the mixture. Who knew there was so much chemistry involved in hair! We should have known to stop here since all I learned in High School Chemistry was how to make peanut brittle. Step two: apply concoction to Nancy's dark roots, leave for 45 minutes and then wash out. Sounds easy enough, maybe I could have just had Hallie do it. Not so fast. Now before I go blaming anyone (Becky) for what happened next, I should own up to a little extra step that I added myself. Step three: While Becky was washing out the hair utensils in the sink with her back to me, I took the remaining hair dye and did a little touching up of my own. I mean, why let good blonde go to waste, why not use it all? Step four: Have lunch, meet Bagley's new orange bird Tweety, and play with sweet Sophie while waiting for blondeness to kick in. Step five: Summon my inner Nadia Comaneci and somehow do a contortionist back bend into Becky's sink to get my hair washed out (I'm gonna be sore tomorrow). Phew! It's done, it's blonde and I can go on with my life. But wait... what's this blue stuff? Step six: rewash hair with more shampoo. Blue is not washing out.
"It's not really blue Nancy, more ashen grey." Becky said unconvincingly. Well that makes me feel better! Oh well, I'm sure it will look less blue as it dries I thought. Nope, more blue. Once I got home Travis also tried to make me feel better by telling me it's not so much blue as it is grey. Well I don't want to be blue or gray, I want to be blonde!
So I ask you, is blue better than brown, and is grey better than blue? And do you know how to get rid of blue hair, Leisel, help!
*Although I fully believe my hair is blue, I reserve the right to exaggerate for story entertainment sake, if you see me before I see Leisel please tell me that you would never have noticed the blue had I not pointed it out to you, even if you secretly think I look like Smurfette! Or you could say what Becky said and tell me that blue is the new blonde! HA!
It looks more blue in person, I promise!