So, I have NEVER coloured my hair on my own, at home, alone.
That statement suggests that I may have coloured my hair at home, but in the company of someone else… and that is totally right. Years and years ago I had bestie do it for me, before baby girl entered the picture, and I am pretty sure it was during my “save money/I can do that” phase.
But only I wasn’t actually doing it… bestie was.
Fast forward to several years later, and now Coronavirus is making me dye my hair at home, properly alone.
Let’s just stop to think about that for a moment. The isolation caused by this virus is making people look within themselves to build things, create things, change things, and be inventive in ways they never imagined they would, or could.
Although it’s not a situation anyone of us want to be in… there’s something exciting and thrilling about that thought. The thought of all of us looking within ourselves to make something in our lives happen, to make something in our lives better.
Look, I love my hairdresser, and I will happily go back to them after all this is over.
But I totally smashed the hair colouring tonight.
I couldn’t wait until this isolation blew over, no I sure as hell couldn’t. As it was I was scheduled for my hair appointment the weekend when the virus crisis started to peak… and so I ended up cancelling.
Regrowth and split ends galore. I could deal with the split ends indefinitely, but the regrowth was NOT TO MY LIKING AT ALL.
You know what colour I picked? Bittersweet chocolate. I told Hubbie I picked it because I liked the name and said it suited me at this phase of my life, and he said that sounded just like me, ha ha.
Things are bitter at the moment, but I always try to remain sweet.
And who doesn’t want their hair the colour of dessert?
Hair colouring night… success. 🙂