So, tonight my sister-in-law was so kind as to color my hair… I know… I’ve never colored my hair, and since we have a stylist in the family, that makes the price more than right (THANKS NAOMI!!). Against my better judgement I decided to share the escapade here…

I haven’t been to a salon in years… Not since I had long hair had I needed to go to a salon, and now since I’ve colored my hair I’m as good as banned from the barber. You know, they can sense this shit.

So I arrived at the salon and felt a bit like Al Bundy at a symphony… There was a sweet old lady there who glanced at me side eyed, and other patrons who were obviously not in the “working class” — at least not in the working class that I’m in!! :) Everyone was very nice, and the owners of the salon passed out chocolate truffles!!! That’s the first time I’ve had one of these very evil creations… Yeah, I’ll be buying a box of those puppies tomorrow!

So, anyway, first in the process of getting your hair colored they put this cap on you. They pull it down as hard as they can, basically to fit it to your scalp. Good times. Then they use what resembles a dental scraper to pick out strands of hair to color. They mix up the coloring and then apply it. Then stick you in the cranial oven to roast a while.

Finally you get the wash and the style to present the final product (boy I forgot how nice it is to have someone wash your hair)! Ta da!

Not such a big ordeal and I’m quit happy with it! Yay! Boy, talk about an interesting update for everyone to read about… I know! Thrilling! Have fun out there!