Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Memorial Hair Mishap

Since I went dark with my hair a few months ago, I've started noticing a few gray hairs. This to my horror. I have always said that I will never have gray hair, they make hair color and I am much too vain not to use it. The day of the memorial was uneventful. We distributed invitations, cleaned the Kingdom Hall, and came home. I decided that I definitely should not go the memorial with gray roots. After all I was a professional hairdresser for several years, I know how to apply color, I have the professional color here. So I applied the color to my new growth as best I could and as far as I could see to the back of my head. Of course when applying color it is very difficult to not get it on your skin. It was covering most of my forehead, one ear, and a small spot on the tip of my nose. Not a big deal, since I'm remembering the rule from my hair doing days, "Color removes color". When it was time to rinse, I took some color and rubbed it where I knew it was on my skin. Color removes color, no problem. That is until I looked in the mirror. Evidently, color no longer removes color. At least not with the color I was using, which on my skin looked like I had applied dark brown shoe polish to my forehead, ear, and nose. Wow, I'm going to make a nice impression to newcomers to the memorial. Of all days for me to do this. I tried to get it off with alcohol, nail polish remover, even more color. I finally called a sister who does hair begging for suggestions for removal. Thank goodness she had a product at her salon that took most of it off. I don't think anyone noticed at the memorial if they did they were kind and didn't mention it.

Colton loved passing the emblems. I let him pass the bread with help. He wouldn't let go of the wine, he was holding on to it and I was so afraid it was going to spill even though I was holding it too. I had to tell him to let go. When he did he asked me, "Are we not going to drink any?". Then he asked, "What are we passing next?". We had 169 there, a nice size for our congregation of around 90.



8 comments:

jewlover2 said...

I tried to leave a comment earlier but I don't think it went thru.

Just wanted to say that you cant tell at all inthe pics and you look gorgeous...love your hair!

Speaking of hair, I want to brighten up my red but can't afford to have it done professionally right now. I've gotten lots of advice from 'manic panic' to 'preference'. Andy tips?

jewlover2 said...

WOOPS, not Andy tips...meant to say 'any tips'. LOL

Heather said...

It has been so long since I have done hair that I have completely forgotten everything. I was never very comfortable with color anyway. I don't know anything about over the counter color. Sorry I can't help.

jewlover2 said...

Okay, here's some info I just found out from my buddy Melissa (who has the most GORGEOUS deep auburn hair right now). She uses Loreal Preference in various shades of red. Since over the counter color is weaker, she does it every three weeks but she says the conditioner that comes w/ it is TO DIE FOR. She also uses John Frieda shampoo for reds (so do I) and their color glaze once a week.

Not that you needed to know that but since her hair looks like a friggin' pantene commercial, I thought it was some handy info.

Manic Panic is a salon-quality 'stain' that has to be reapplied every 3-4 shampoos. It stains pillow cases and nails and can sometimes come off on clothes so I'm afraid to try it.

Heather said...

Yeah, I think I'd steer clear of Manic Panic too. Sounds like they picked a good name for it.

BWK Art said...

You look lovely, Heather! And what a sweet family you have! :-)

Brooke said...

Yesssss.....what we go through for our hair. :)
and yee haw! I use John Frieda Brilliant Brunette. LOVE it!

Yall all look so stinkin' attractive. And I also just love your hair that color!

Can't wait to see yall this weekend. :)

Unknown said...

Kids say the best stuff. Mine are older, so should know better, but as the servers are passing the wine to one another, my girls are looking at each other (quietly thank goodness) saying "chug, chug, chug..." We had to have a little chat about respecting the occasion.