I’m Feeling a Little Hair-Brained


Okay, I don’t really feel harebrained, per se. Well, at least any more so than usual. I mean that I feel a little frazzled after my day involving my hair.

Mr. Wommack, I blame this on you.

Yesterday I had an appointment at 9 o’clock in the morning to do my color and get a hair cut. I’ve been going to the same girl for a few years now. She’s at a salon that’s roughly an hour away from where we live now, but I previously considered it worth it. In the morning we had some dramas with the kid waking up in the middle of the night, which meant for a slower-than-normal morning; so I texted her and asked if I could change my appointment. She said “sure” then never got back to me.

For the rest of the day.

I was already a little annoyed because when I tried to make the appointment she took a couple days to get back to me. This, in combination with the fact that my hair basically faded to red in about three month’s time – something I explicitly told her I didn’t want to happen (at least put in some ash so I fade to blonde, my natural color) – meant for a lot of frustration out of me. I was ready to move on after not hearing back by the early afternoon.

So I got a recommendation from one of my local friends – the recommendation, incidentally, being about 45 minutes closer to where we live – and the woman had a cancelation late yesterday afternoon.

The experience, for the most part, was actually awesome. It was cheaper than my former stylist. She did a great job doing a weave and an asymmetric cut. The place was much more relaxing and less sterile-feeling than any other place I have ever been to.

And yet, I still feel hair-brained.

#1 She Commented On How Wild My Hair Is

This photograph was taken on my way over. I knew that it was going to be out of control yesterday – it was humid, I have curly hair. You know the drill.

My hair can be pretty wild. To put it simply, I’ve got a lot of hair and it is relatively untamed. I don’t actually use a hairbrush more than once a month or so because when I do it gets really fluffy and even more all-over-the-place. Sometimes I brush even less.

But while I knew it was wild, it wasn’t comforting to be told so. Also, to be informed that as I get older and it gets coarser, it’s just going to get worse. “Eep!!” was the only response I could muster. Get worse? Are you fucking kidding me? That’s like telling the passengers of the Titanic that “it’s going to get worse” after the ship has already sunk. I’m not even sure how my hair could get more wild than it already is, unless it were to stand up straight off my head like the Bride of Frankenstein.

#2 She Found Two Greys

This photograph was taken in the salon chair as I waited for her to mix the dye; and simultaneously began to freak out about the grey hairs. You can see, my hair was still pretty wild. There are tears forming in the back of those eyes.

Combined with the other whitish-grey hair I found right after my 30th birthday, this makes three. I know what you are all thinking, or even shouting at the computer – “shut the fuck up!” “Three greys at 30?! You’re lucky they didn’t come sooner!” and so on and so forth.

Have I mentioned to you faithful blog followers before, though, that I’m not taking my 30s very well? It isn’t that I think I’m getting old and whining about that (okay, I am a little), but I just wanted to do so much by 30 and I have done none of it. This grey hair thing just reminds me of that.

As I sat there, though, quietly panicking and trying not to lapse into a full-on cry, I provided myself a few consolations:

1) Most of my friends say they have had greys for almost a decade, now. I am not alone;

2) My three, measly greys are apparently (according to the hair stylist) probably flukes because of over processing my hair, because the rest of my hair is just starting to lose it’s shine and probably still has at least a few years before the real grey comes in;

3) My husband’s beard has tons of grey in it. He also has had a considerable amount of hair loss in the last couple of years – something that is hereditary, although he seems to think that ignoring just how bald his dad is means he won’t have the same fate. Point? I’d rather be grey than bald, or grey and bald like him; and,

4) Since I got a weave done yesterday, which covered those three evil hairs up: what I don’t see ISN’T THERE.

#3 My Husband’s Comment About My Hair

So I sent my husband a photograph – this photograph actually – of my hair once all was said and done. He called me and told me “that picture doesn’t really do you any justice.”

Again, are you fucking kidding me?

There are a lot of things that don’t do you justice, pal. Like the aforementioned balding head. Like the nasty, rotting, athlete’s foot-ridden feet. But I don’t ever say “that picture doesn’t really do you any justice.” This is like when people tell you “you look tired.” Why not just outright say I look like crap?

So I’m feeling a little hair-brained. My grey hairs are reminding me of my age and the things I want to do that aren’t getting done on their own. I like my updated hair color, although I wish it were almost black. Being blonde for most of my life is something I am well over. And I’m trying not to feel old. This morning I spent 45 minutes looking at myself in the mirror, inspecting for wrinkles. Once I find one is when I think I’ll really lose my shit.

So I’m going to go to a butterfly exhibit to un-hairy my brain now. Hopefully walking with the butterflies will lift my spirits, or at the very least tame my hair.

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18 Comments on “I’m Feeling a Little Hair-Brained

  1. Wished my wife would have the curtesy of texting a change like that to me. It would give me plenty of time to come up with the right thing to say. Yesterday, she had her brows done. I hadn’t noticed until she says she wasn’t happy with the results. I looked. One brow was longer than the other, . . . . I shouldn’t have commented.

  2. Darlin’, I agree with the fact that “it doesn’t do you justice” is a compliment. It’s exactly the type of thing my hubby would say and be confused if I got angry.

    Also, I’ve been going grey, slowly, since I was 17. SEVENTEEN! Bad genes and a hormonal imbalance. Sarcastic yayness. I know you don’t wanna hear it, but 30-something is an awesome time to start getting greys. Be grateful you finished high school first 😉

  3. From about a year before I got married, until last September, I let my hair go natural. No covering gray, just letting it all hang out… My logic? I was married at 32, and knew we’d be trying to get pregnant right away, so… I didn’t want roots showing in my wedding/honeymoon/pregnancy pics. Vain, right? Then, after the twins were born, I felt like..what does it matter? So… I had enough of the insanity and last summer got my hair did. OMG…. It really makes a difference in the ol’ mojo! Three greys signify to you that your bucket list is missing some checks… My sign is that my kids are almost school aged!!! Holey crap! I need to figure out how I’m gonna prove to my daughters that Momma is fierce!!!

  4. My grandfather was completely gray by age 19… I have 2 aunts who were gray by their mid 30’s. I REFUSE to be gray. I’ve told my husband (both ex and current) that I am going to fight it every step of the way. Last year I had a major surgery and because of the way they put me on the table I had what they call traumatic alopecia. I had a bald spot the size of the palm of my hand on the back of my head. As completely smooth as a babie’s butt. I cried for weeks. To make matters worse the rest of my hair (which has always been long and thick) was falling out by the handfulls daily due to lack of nutrition. I was called “chemo girl” by my boss for months. But now, a year and a half later my hair is growing back. I’ve had to cut it off so it’s short now but it’s growing back thank God. So I say to you.. do whatever it is that makes you feel good.. if you want to color it.. color it.. 🙂

  5. oops… didn’t get to finish..

    He MEANT to say… you are way more beautiful in person, your hair is fine no matter what color it is…. yup…gotta read between the lines. That comes in your 40’s…kinda telepathy of married folks.

  6. He called me and told me “that picture doesn’t really do you any justice.”

    awww sweetie..that’s just an ackward guys way of issuing a compliment. Don’t bag on Nick too much…

  7. I am 56, blond with silvery streaks appearing in the past few years. I LIKE my gray. I don’t color my hair so I am graying naturally. I have seen MANY beautiful older women who are completely white, gray, silver and everything in between.

    I say “Embrace the gray”. To me it is a reminder of how far I have come, and how much I have over come.

    Yay for the gray!!

  8. You shoulda gone to Wal-Mart. At least then you could have feared for your life AND your hair. hahaha…

    I don’t think the cut is bad at all and don’t sweat the grays. I wear mine as badges of honor, but then again I’m almost 40. HAHAHA…

    Hang in there and thanks for the “blame.” 🙂

  9. I’ve been getting gray hairs since before I was 30, so I’m completely sympathetic there. 😀 Of course, I blame them on my bald hubby and half-crazy son, LOL. I’d rather have those gray hairs that I can cover up than be bald!

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