I’m not gonna lie: maybe it’s being on the edge of 40 glory, or my son’s kindergarten anxiety, or my husband’s total hatred of autumn’s undeniably magnificent splendor…
But I have more grey hair than usual.
Coupled with the sun’s dastardly effect on my dull, well-watered strands (seriously, why the F did I buy a house with its own gigantic water jugs in basement), I am looking wretched.
I have either mismanaged my time, lost track of it or taken on too much. I’m typing this with one hand and eating Panera Mac and cheese with the other.
So instead of going to the salon, since there’s no time for that – I’ve hit the bottle again.
For a year I massacred my own bathroom with spewed hair color hitting walls and sink. Cheap? Yes. Effective?
“Why is your hair 3 colors?”
What, no good?
Here’s the top of my head today:
It didn’t come out too bad. The grey is nearly gone.
But I don’t think I got to the “root” of the problem.
And now it’s time to go. What else is new.