I'm all for the Do-It-Yourself Movement. I love growing my own food, sewing my own clothes, knitting my own sweaters. But there are limits. And sometimes these limits are not so obvious, until one has crossed them and into "DIY Madness."
What on earth possessed me to throw all caution to the wind and say, "What the heck, 'hair' goes nothing!"? Not a good thing to say when standing in the Hair Color aisle of the local supermarket. I've experimented a few times with luke-warm results: "Really honey? You colored your hair? I hardly noticed." To be followed by such comments as "I don't know, I think you could go lighter." For as much as I would love to pin the blame on my husband (as I am so used to doing) I really only have myself to blame, and possibly Rachel who grabbed a new shade and said "Try this color Mommy. You will look great!"
So, bolstered by my false sense of infallibility, I purchased the box and headed home knowing that a good time to dye would present itself this weekend. But maybe I shouldn't have chosen 1 hour before we were due to Bar-B-Que with the neighbors (the woman of the household being a hair dresser of all things!)? This go 'round the dye sure did tingle a whole lot more, and I wasn't so cautious about not rubbing it into the scalp. Or doing a test strand first. Or setting a timer from the start of application, instead of the end. All NOT good things.
Quick emergency call to our gal who cuts the family's hair. Yes she can see me this week (after we attend a Seder for 25 - thank you very much). She suggested I bring in the box, so she can see what the base color is. "Why is that?" I ask. "Oh, because I sure wouldn't want to turn your hair purple or green!"
Sounds like someone is going to be enjoying a colorful Easter!