Changes

I decided I would be adventurous and try something new. Harriette offered to dye my hair and have never dyed my hair before so I said sure why not it it will be fun. Boy was I wrong. The color Harriette got was a golden brown and the woman on the box looked nice so I wasn't too worried about it. Harriette said she had dyed her own hair before so I felt like I was in good hands. Right away I new something was wrong. We ended up starting way later than I expected and when she started applying the gel she was saying how Ros told her to do the roots last but she wasn't sure when exactly to do it. That was red flag number two. I tried to bush any skepticism aside because after all she already started but I was slowly getting more and more nervous until I felt a little bit nauseous. When we finally washed it out and I got a good look at the color I was in shock. The roots, shaft and ends of my hair were different colors and you could really tell in the front. The front was blonde and it got darker as it went down. I looked crazy. When she was combing it out the color blended in a little more but overall yikes. She said I should come over Monday morning before I go to my Kiswahili class and she will straighten it for me so I tried to reassure myself with this is not how it is really going to look and it will be okay. But after she was done with it in the morning I felt I looked like a cross between John Lennon circa 1965 and Ellen Degeneres, not cute. At work people were saying you look so much better that you did before...really?....REALLY?..your judgement now is officially in question. After awhile I decided I do kind of like it as long as I don't have to look at it.