Showing posts with label Psycho. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Psycho. Show all posts

Friday, April 15, 2011

Hair Coloring and the Labor of It

Last night was my first foray into home hair coloring. My friend, Madison, and I decided that we would color each other’s hair. Actually how it all started was, we were in a meeting and Madison scribbled a note – Want to highlight my hair? I agreed, thinking that I was saying that I thought it was a good idea, but was actually agreeing to help her do it. Oh, the nuances of a question mark. Either way, I‘m game and in need of some color, too. Plus, since I am trying to save all my pennies for an upcoming move, a task that I am achieving at a below average rate, this would be a more economical choice than going to the salon.

So, Madison would get highlights and I was getting a much needed all over color as I was currently working on some pretty extensive racing stripes. Racing stripes is a term I coined to describe the gray hair that grows on the side of my head over my ears. It’s kinda like this, but not as glorious. 


I arrived at Madison’s house a 6:00pm. We made a quick trip to Walmart for some last minute things and returned, ready to color, at about 6:45pm. We tackled Madison’s highlights first because we’d have to pull her hair through the highlighting cap. I took a picture to send to Madison’s mom, but I love Madison too much to put that picture here and if the roles were reversed, I hope she’d use the same discretion. But here’s what I’m talking about.



We underestimated the length of time it would take to finish. We looked like 2 monkeys cleaning each other and in 2 full hours, with about a 30 minute break for dinner, I finish pulling through her hair.


It was like trying to thread her hair through a colander, but I got it done and a pretty good arm workout to boot.  That’s true friendship.

My hair color took about 15 minutes to put on and 25 minutes to set. Since I was first-timer, Madison told me to rinse my hair until the water was clear. I stepped into the shower ready to “wash that gray right out of my hair”.  Little did I know that when rinsing, I would be reenacting the shower scene from Psycho. Wow.  


All in all, it was a good experience. It turns out neither of our hair is purple or orange. Madison’s highlights look great and I’m rocking a head of the Lightest Golden Brown you can buy in a box for $7.99. Maybe hair coloring can take the place of baking on the list of things I’ll do for my friends. The jury is still out.