I have issues with my hair. First, let me say I don't have fabulous hair. I have good hair but it has a mind of its own and often I don't feel like arguing with it.
When my world starts spinning out of control, I feel an urge, a need to cut my hair. When I was young and stupid and didn't care, I would go to work with a razor blade. It didn't really matter because my hair was spike and normally punked out so no one could really tell.
Last night, at 8:30 on a Saturday evening, I sent a text to my friend: "I need to cut my hair. Now." Lucky for me, she gets it. We met at Bubbles salon at the mall, but they wouldn't cut my hair. So we took a chance and went to Master Cuts. I don't usually go to places I don't know. I've had the same stylist for years - until she went out on maternity leave. This oh-so-nice woman in there recognized the "I need a hair cut right now" look. No shampoo. No blow dry. But success: several inches gone and I look different. More importantly, I feel different. That was exactly what I needed.
This morning I woke happy with my hair. Except for that glaring, glowing gray strand that I noticed the other night at dinner. It needed to be colored. Now. This isn't too hard except I found a flaw in this plan: I need to remove my glasses to apply the color. I don't want my glasses to become purple but I would like even color. So this is kind of a crap shoot. In about 10 minutes I'll know where I missed. I won't even go into my argument with the instructions: put on gloves first. Try opening the application bottle with gloves on. That was amusing.
Off to see what damage I did.....
Ah, the dilemmas of hair.