I have one chemical dependency. It’s not as bad as cocaine or other illegal drugs but I still don’t talk a lot about it. You see I’m addicted to Wella Q2467. I NEED a fix every six to seven weeks. If I don’t get one by eight weeks my whole well being is affected. Wella Q2467 you see is my hair dye.
I grew up with mousy brown hair. I wasn’t a brunette but I wasn’t a blond either, I was sort of in between with great hair that even got those golden sort of highlights in the summer. I didn’t appreciate it nearly enough.
Today forty years later, the back of my head is a mousy brown, the front is a lighter brown and right down the left side, if I let my hair have its way would be an inch wide section of gray. Personally I’m blaming the kids and the husband for it.
Still it’s there and I don’t like it so I try and get it colored out every seven weeks. You would think this would be easy. I wish.
When I lived in the USA it was okay. Guy, my lovely gay hairdresser just gave me highlights and blended it away. It looked natural, and he was sweet as can be. I was only 32, little did I know the changes that the next ten years would bring for my hair.
When I lived in the UK, they heard my Canadian-American sounding accent and I swear they assume over there that all North Americans want to be blond so they made me blond. Too blond. I was platinum and I didn’t like it.
So here I am back in Canada looking for a hair dresser. I thought I had found one as the first few go rounds were fine. Now however she’s trying to convince me to grow out my bangs and go even darker. Now I’m a brunette and I look like a sheep dog. My bangs are driving me so crazy that I’m even considering putting in a hair-band. I don’t think grown women should wear hair bands. They look cute on my seven year old. On me? Not so much.
So here I am, in hair hell. I can’t get my hair looking good and I can’t convince myself to drop the chemical dependency and go gray. I’m just not ready to go through dye with-drawl yet. Please God, I’m too young.
So my friends, how do you feel about turbans? No?
Baseball hats with a pony tail? I really can’t as that’s just too ‘suburban new Mom’. I’m too old for that.
I wonder what dearest hubby would think about helping me shave my head. Sigh. Now you know why there’s no pictures of me on this blog.