My hair. Back to purple … technically “Violet Vixen”. I’m not really sure why.
I mean, I kinda know why. The gray (or as Tayla calls them, “silver”) hairs were scaring the shit out of me. My roots had grown out a few inches and I was just generally ready for a change. Plus, my girlfriend offered to do it!
We were at her place Monday night. We’d gone down to Acme for their open mic night because I’d wanted to get in some stage time before my Aug. 23rd performance but the sign up sheet was overflowing with nearly double the 25 name capacity. I added my name anyway and figured if it was meant to be, it would be. That being said, I was cramming in the material into my memory as fast as I could while silently bargaining with God to PLEASE give me one more week to prepare.
At 7:30 the list of comics went up and I was granted a stay of execution.
Anyway, back to her place we went. She colored my hair while we watched America’s Got Talent clips on YouTube until it was time for me to wash my hair.
I started the water and for whatever reason, I always manage to forget how small her shower is! It’s a nice sized bathroom. Jacuzzi tub too. But the shower… there is literally only enough room to turn around in it. Plus, there is no light overhead so it’s dark too. Keep this in mind…
So I start to rinse. Once the water is running clear, I have to shampoo. Twice. I turn around to get the shampoo tube and knock two or three things off the shower caddy. I grab the shampoo bottle and try to open it. With wet hands. Nothing. I end up using my teeth to get the cap off. The shampoo isn’t like I remembered it. It doesn’t work up the lather it used to. Whatever, I’m tired and squeeze more into my hand for round too.
After I’ve shampooed twice, I’m ready for the conditioner. When I grab that tube, I drop it. Bend down to pick it up and think the two robes hanging on the other side of the shower door are burglars. Thankfully, I’m too scared to scream, so no one think I think I’m about to be murdered by some terry cloth.
I forget which step I’m on in the process and read the two tubes.
“Shimmering Conditioner” and “Conditioning Shampoo”.
Because I had soap, water and dye obstructing my vision, I’d used the wrong thing first. They couldn’t make that just a little less confusing?!
But, I feel so stupid at this point, I just get out of the shower. I’m ready to get home and go to bed.
By the time I get home, my hair is dry. I look into the mirror and wonder when the hell did violet get SO PURPLE? Was it always this shade? I looks exactly like someone spilled grape juice all over my head.
What was I thinking? Why am I telling you?
Because of something someone said to me about it when it was this color before. She had commented that she liked my natural shade better. This was too bold or brassy or something along those lines.
And I feel like that’s what I need right now. I need confidence or at least the appearance of it. although right about now I’m feeling like I just learned that lesson where if your cat dies, you can’t just get another cat that looks like the first one…it’s not the same.
I changed my hair color but it’s not the same. I don’t really feel any different…
Despite that, I am familiar with the term “fake it til you make it”.
Here’s to faking!