Within a day, the pumpkin had washed out to reveal a straw-like colour not unlike those kitchen cabinets we had in Greenfield as a kid. Fantastic. It looked like that time in undergrad when I tried to bleach my hair myself - Kathy can attest to the three boxes of "Blondissimo" we went through (the third I sent her for alone because I couldn't even go to Pharmaprix looking like that...) and wow. I learned three valuable lessons that day.
1) I am not, will never be, and should never attempt again to go blonde.
2) Blondissimo is one seriously flawed product.
3) Kathy Schneider-Jablonski-Waugh is one seriously great roommate.
So I went back to Aveda.
They coloured it again for free.
I'm not sure why I thought this would be "better"... So please, wish me luck today on my headshot photo shoot. Pray that the lighting is a little more forgiving, and that he suddenly breaks his colour camera and has to go with black and white.
No good can come from this.
In other notes, here are several reasons I've come up with this morning to justify why I've always believed having (our) cats is like having toddlers:
- you have to fish their toys out of the tub before you take a shower
- you have to keep the toilet lid closed or they will flush things and break it
- they cry for attention all night
- they throw up on the floor the minute you're heading out the door - and late for something
- they're fussy eaters
- they try to cram themselves - head first - between you in bed when it's obvious there's no room
- a hug fixes everything
Wish me luck out there today... it's going to be a long one.
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