Headed Towards A Dirt Blanket…
I had my hair cut this evening, but I was in a hurry to get home (Bear has a bladder of steel, but there’s no need to test the poor animal,) so I passed on the “style” that I usually indulge in. After I unloaded the Jeep and went about all the things necessary to keep a household running, I noticed my hair was kinking up, so I went into the bathroom to finish drying it and running it through the straightening iron. As I lifted sections in one-inch strands, I was horrified to find a PATCH of gray hair… not a few strands, mind you, a PATCH. As in, a skunk strand, a pile of follicles that joined little follicle hands and had a TINT STRIKE.
Is it because I refuse to spend $30 on shampoo? Was it because I switched to a less-expensive version of Biosilk? Why, little follicles, WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME???
You know, the biggest irony here is that I spent years dyeing my hair… only to finally fall in love with my natural color. And now, THIS.
Life’s cruel little joke on me. And my hair.
January 30th, 2008 at 7:26 am
Join the club. Some gray sneaking up on me too. I guess it’s getting closer to hair dye, leather jacket, and motorcycle.
January 30th, 2008 at 7:42 am
at lease you got hair!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
January 30th, 2008 at 8:17 am
I like gray hair ina woman. My wife doesn’t understand that. I always thought Veronica of Josie and the Pussycats was HAWTTT!!! She had that skunk strips and it gave me shivers.
~Jef
January 30th, 2008 at 8:44 am
Maybe it’s old “highlights”! heheheehe-
January 30th, 2008 at 10:09 am
ooo, now you look distinguished… wait, thats guys
January 30th, 2008 at 2:18 pm
I don’t like you anymore, Dylan.
January 31st, 2008 at 6:10 am
I am sooo affraid to stop dying my hair. I have been about every color and blonde seemed to work the best for me. But my biggest fear is that if I stop having my hair dyed, that I might discover I don’t have any hair color anymore. I am 40ish going on 20 and right now I need every little white lie I can get when it comes to dating. Men see first and think second. Well correct that. Men see first and think last, there’s allot in between the thinking and seeing. So I doubt I will ever stop going to the beauty salon and wasting my money away. By the way being a red head has been okay lately.