In honor of my 200th blog post (have I really had that much to say?) I am going to share with you why I am a do-it-yourselfer.
You know how some women say they deserve to be pampered sometimes, so they go to a salon or get a massage. Well, I'm not dissing anyone who does, I'm just saying that, that kind of "pampering" never works out for me.
I get a massage, and I'm miserable the whole time because it hurts, and I'm actually more tense than when I went there. So I paid someone to make me more tense.
My last hair coloring experience has also sworn me off that little personal indulgence. I went in to get highlights and came out....
Wait, let's go back a little ways.
This past summer, I had highlights put in my hair, and it looked pretty cool. I was totally impressed. So when it came time to redo the 'do, I figured I'd come out looking pretty much the way I came out looking this past summer.
But, somewhere along the line, I misinterpreted a statement made by the stylist. She said, "How 'bout some red highlights too?"
Now, I'm thinking, "Oooh. A little auburn would really be a nice touch."
Auburn, it was not.
Think "clown red."
After three hours in the chair, and too many dollars to mention, I had red streaks in my hair that illicited this response from my children: "Mom. Why do you have pink hair?"
Why DO I have pink hair? Because what was red in my head, was not red in the stylist's head.
So after a bajillion dollars and three hours, what did I do? I went to the store, bought a bottle of over-the-counter haircolor, and dyed over my expensive, time-consuming hair job.
The only conclusion that I can come to is that I am not meant for a "pampered" existence. I'm a do-it-yourselfer and I just need to come to terms with that.
Happy do-it-yourselfing!
Dawn