You know how I feel about it....now, let's move on.
|Or, should I give up and dye?|
This past weekend, I got snowed in at the mall.
That's more of a fun fantasy that any novel or movie about 50 Shades of....oh you know what I mean.
Ah, I digress.
So, how did I get snowed in at the mall and what does that have to do with grey anything?
Well....you see.....it goes like this.....being the anxious parent that I am, I did not want my darling daughter to venture out into Saturday's snowstorm to go to work. She had to get to work by 9 am. It was 7 am and it was the height of the storm and the news was blaring about road conditions and all of the storm that was still due to hit in the next few hours. And, all reports pointed towards staying off the roads!!! The salt trucks and plows had not had a chance to make the roads between the mall and our home safe to drive.
So, as any good mother---I told her she was not allowed to drive. But, I didn't want to drive either. So, as any good wife would do.... I riled my husband out of his peaceful slumber and ordered him to dig our 4-wheel drive vehicle out of the driveway and demanded that he chauffeur our daughter to work. And, I promised to ride along.....
What does this have to do with grey anything....?
Stay with me here....it will all make perfect sense soon enough....
Anyway....the trip to the mall: blinded by the blizzard, barreling through slick side streets and coasting down a narrow, car lined, snow covered main road, then through the tunnel, over the icey river, on to the snow covered parkway, over another icey river and down a hilly, windy, slippy road--- was not fun at all. But, we got there after our harrowing and very messy drive and delivered our precious cargo to her door....just as the storm was bearing down even heavier.
Instead of turning around to go home, we decided to head into the mall to get our Starbucks fix and maybe walk around until the snow plows had a chance to clean up the main roads--with the hopes that during that time, the snow would slow down enough to make visibility a little easier.
Needless to say, the mall was a complete ghost town. Even as the stores slowly opened their gates, it was eerily quiet and unusually peaceful....for a mall.
About an hour into our mall meandering, our daughter texted us that she would probably be leaving a little after noon due to the slow business. So, we decided that we might as well stick around the mall instead of drive home and then drive back to pick her up.
Carmen decided he was going to get a massage so I opted to walk around and see what I could see.
That's when I ran into a storefront called "StyleOut"....it was a hair and make up bar for "quick makeovers and glamourizing".....
It was exactly what the doctor had ordered. I was in between haircuts, I was feeling particularly unattractive and old, my grey roots had sprouted and were very visible and I was certain that a new hairstyle would fix me right up.
The blow-out expert was thrilled to see me enter the door and eager to have business and someone to talk to. She had a great style about her, she wasn't some 20 year old with tatooes all over her arms and piercings on very surface of her face and I liked her hairstyle! She could be trusted.
So, I told her my sad tale of woe---I had never had anyone other than my sister-the-hairdresser cut and color my hair, I was tired of my hair style, I was sick of dealing with grey roots and I desperately wanted to look like Lisa Rinna. (minus the lips). Could she help me?
She sat me in her chair and examined my head and my hair carefully.
"Do you know that you are completely grey?" she asked me.
How would I know....I'm addicted to the bottle!!!
The fact that I was completely grey was not what I wanted to hear.
When I grimaced, she laughed--"the good news is that it's a beautiful grey!"
I smiled a bit.
"And, you have wonderful hair! It has such great potential!' she told me.
Potential? It has potential???? I am walking around with unused potential?
"I am going to suggest you consider letting your hair go completely grey!" she said with great enthusiasm. "It would go great with your coloring, your hair would be more healthy and I know you would love it. I can tell from your style that you would be the perfect candidate for it! You could carry it off!"
I had to think about it.
In the meantime, she went about styling my hair......
And, I have to say--when I left, I felt fabulous.
A 20 minute blow out and a little pouf here and a little wisp there....was all it took.
No, I didn't look like Lisa Rinna. But, I could feel my mood lifted.
Always a good thing.
A little while later, I met up with Carmen and even though he thought I didn't look much different, I corrected him---yes, I looked much better. Men!!
I told him about my blow-out experience and admitted that the idea of going grey was starting to appeal to me.
"Really???" he asked in great shock. "No! I don't think so...." was his reaction.
No man was going to tell me NO! I don't think so. It was my hair. I would decide.
He is not Christian Grey.....
So, what do you think????
Should I go grey?
(well, I guess I am really grey.....)
So, the real question is...should I stop hitting the bottle?