I went to the hairdresser yesterday. Nothing too dramatic--the usual highlights, a chance to catch up with one of my favorite people (if you live in Greater Boston and need hair help, Andrea is the best hairdresser/cool friend combo I've ever found--love her!) I'd been baking in tinfoil under the lights for about thirty minutes when Andrea came over to check on me. We were chatting about whether the fact that neither one of us owns a scale is a sign of self-esteem or deep denial when all of a sudden she paused and said, "Wow--that's pink..."
I didn't believe her. "Hahaha. That's funny," I replied.
"No, I'm not kidding," she said, looking perplexed. "Check this out." She unwrapped the foils from a few strands of hair, and sure enough, some of them were decidedly pink. (I discovered this morning that pink has it's own Wikipedia page, so if you want to know what shade of pink my hair was, click here. My highlights were somewhere between "Web Color Pink" and "Nadeshiko Pink," making this the closest I've ever come to being culturally diverse).
Andrea remained surprisingly calm through all of this. I, on the other hand, was consumed with a fit of the giggles. It just seemed too funny that on the eve of what might be the biggest trip of my professional life (have I mentioned that I'm going to NYC on Monday to meet all the awesome people involved with publishing/promoting/marketing my book?) I have Web Color Pink/Nadeshiko Pink highlights. I started mentally rearranging my wardrobe choices to account for this new addition to my fall color scheme.
Andrea attacked the pink with some combination from the other side of the color wheel (I tried not to worry as she mentioned blue and green--two other shades I couldn't see working for me on a long-term basis) while I prayed silently for a chemical miracle. I earned D's in two of my four semesters of high school chemistry, so I wasn't at all certain I had any prayer leverage in the Science Wing of heaven, but I thought they might recognize me in the Bad Hair Day Division, so I lobbed my prayers upwards, hoping they'd land in the right place.
We washed my hair. We dried it. It looked fine to me. "Um, no," Andrea said, easing me back into the chair as I started to stand up. "It's still pink."
I called Steve to tell him I'd be home a little later than expected.
One hour, two chemical processes, and a whole bunch of fervent, giggly prayer later, my hair was restored to it's usual shade of girl-next-door brown with blond highlights. And if you see me on the streets of NY next week...you probably won't even notice, because I'll look like everybody else :)
14 comments:
holy smokes girly...i would have freaked out. but then again i am a hair color virgin, and us virgins are a bit more excitable...
THIS is the whole reason I could never do hair.
Well, that and my complete inability to cut in a straight line!
I'm sure that you were Andrea's dream client through that kind of experience!
I think you should have kept it for a day or two before dying it back. It sounds like it was a nice blossomy shade. :D
You know, if you kept the pink strands, you could have told your peeps on Monday that you're the REAL inspiration for the cartoon JEM!
I think you should've kept the pink! I bet it would've looked fab!!
Ha, I actually like the pink, everyone at the meeting would be like "Wow, we've emailed all this time & I never thought of you as the pink highlight kind of person". Still, I'm glad that the wing of chemistry & bad hair days division of heaven helped you out.
Good luck at the meeting!
My hair is mostly GREY right now, so pink sounds rather wistfully nice.
I also think the pink highlights could have been cool - but on someone else's head. I'm not that adventurous yet!
no way!! you are kidding me! How does that even happen without deliberately wanting a pink shade?!?! Wow! That is too funny...now that it has all turned out all right....very funny!:) hahaha!
Blessings over your trip to NYC! That is exciting. ...can't wait to hear how it went.
I was excited for a minute. I had hot-pink hair once and thought maybe you were joining the goofy side of life. Ah well. I'll keep working on you.
Wow! Pink! I would probably die!
You took it quite well :) I'm glad that your hair is restored :)
Good luck next week!
What's really ironic, Trish, is that you could have been "Pretty in Pink" on the streets of NY and no one would have noticed. ;)
Enjoy your trip!
Oh, my goodness, I would have been FREAKING out!
Very, very exciting that you're going to NY! Hope you have a great time--can't wait for the full report!
You had pink hair and didn't take pictures!? Crappy camera phone pictures?
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