I’m about to lay down some truth, so you may want to sit down.
I’m not a natural brunette … at least not my current shade of chocolate brown with caramel and butterscotch highlights. I wish! (By the way, who else is now hungry after that color description?) I dye my hair. Well, actually, I don’t dye it. I have it professionally colored in a hair salon by a talented man who works hard to keep my grays hidden, even if only for a week or two. I could honestly color my roots every 10 days, but who has the time or money for that?!
With all the time I spend in the salon, I’ve come to realize a few things. Notably, …
- It’s hard for me to relax. Sitting still stresses me out. I can’t fully enjoy the pampering because I’m too anxious, thinking about all the things I should be accomplishing instead.
- I feel (slightly) guilty spending so much money. Professional coloring is expensive (not to mention time-consuming), but the results are SO much better than when I do it myself. I once even had to cut my hair into a pixie style just to remove all the damage I had done. True story.
- I’m tired! This may be why I don’t sit down much during the day … I fall asleep. Like really asleep. It happens often and not because I’m so relaxed (see #1 above).
- I am really out of touch with reality TV. It’s only temporary, though, because by the time I leave the salon, I know more about Kimye, the Real Housewives and Teen Moms than I care to admit.
- Hairdressers are like bartenders. Customers confide in them — airing their dirty laundry, detailing illnesses, bitching about in-laws, bragging about kids … I’m guilty of it, too, sometimes. Why is that?
- Having two stylists blow out my hair simultaneously is both luxurious and a tad creepy at the same time. All the attention does make me feel a little like a Hollywood celebrity, but it also has a bit of a menage a trois vibe to it. No further comment is required here … my mother reads this blog.
- Getting my hair colored and cut makes me happy. I always feel more confident when my grays are well-covered and my hair is freshly cut and styled. Maybe I’m vain, but who isn’t at least a little vain? Confidence = happiness and we all know that when mama’s happy, everyone’s happy. It’s a win-win.
So today, after I sat in the salon, agonized about my “To Do” list, thumbed through a few trashy magazines and dozed off once or twice, I returned home a happier (albeit less productive) mom. Thanks, Jeremy and Kat — see you in a few weeks to do it all again.