Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Everyone's got a childhood story involving hair — and a pair of scissors.
I've actually been OK when two of my three children played Beauty Salon. It is only hair. It grows.
Sadly, Oldest Child took the scissors to the mane of the beautiful Pottery Barn pony. How I'd wish she'd attacked her own hair since the pony's 'do was so much more expensive.
I'm guessing the adult version of Beauty Salon involves a coloring kit. One afternoon last week, I was completely unsupervised — just me, a Garnier Nutrisse highlighting kit and 40 minutes before the repair guy was due to arrive and fix the stove.
Not bad. I think. I hope.
I've been coveting that beachy, ombre look for some time now. This was my third — and best — attempt. If you're brave enough, slather the lightening potion (probably with more care than I did) heavy on the ends; wrap in foil (supposed to speed up the process) and then rinse out. But, you should be brave. It's just hair. Easy enough to re-color — or, chop off.