OmegaMom

Sunday, OmegaDad decided to tackle the high beam in the great room.  This requires lots of shuffling of the Big Ladder, lots of sotto voce muttering, lots of loud muttering, and requests to remove The Child from the premises.

So, the dotter and I went out for a haircutting experience, lunch, and shopping.

The dotter did amazingly well at sitting still for her hair cut.  This is a first.

I, on the other hand, wanted to squirm like crazy.

Because this time…this time…the haircutting cut me to the quick.

I’m used to lots of hunks and chunks falling to the floor.  That wasn’t the problem.

The problem was…

Well…

Grey.

Lots and lots and lots of grey.

OmegaMom confesses her vanity:  It was like a punch in the gut.  Holy shit, when did my hair go so grey?!

Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.  I decided, while we were out shopping for new jeans for the girl, to wander by the home hair-coloring section.  We can’t afford me luxuriating in expensive salon coloring; I’ve done it once and practically had a heart attack at the price.

I toiled.  I spun.

I lifted box after box and examined them closely.

The dotter was not amused or interested.  She wanted (yet another) tube of lip gloss/chapstick.  This was nixed in no time flat; while she can’t figure out where all her tubes of chapstick have disappeared to, I was sure that dipping into a few of her Stuff Buckets in her (hah) bedroom would reveal many forlorn tubes.

I wavered between full color, a six-week type, or one with highlights.

I purchased one–L’Oreal Couleur Experte.  Because I’m worth it.  Because I’m a sucker for marketing.  Because I’m also a sucker for French.  Because I was consumed by vanity.  Because in two weeks, I may be meeting up with a pair of blogging buddies from far-flung areas of the nation, so at least I want to cover up the grey.

(Damn, it was shocking!  Really!  I have no idea when all that grey snuck up on me!)

We came home.

While OmegaDad was dealing with the high beam, and the dotter was watching a combo of Happy Feet and The Black (a series about a horse), I snuck into the bathroom, locked the door, and began the process.

Of course, when it was halfway done, I was urgently called forth to bathe the dotter, who had been given a paint roller and a box to paint, and was now covered with light grey paint.  May I just mention that I am flabbergasted at how fast that happened?  When I locked the bathroom door, the dotter was ensconsed on the futon.  How did she manage to get herself so totally covered with paint in 15 minutes?!

I feared the worst; surely the hair dye would turn my hair a horrible flat black while I was busy removing the grey from the dotter’s hands, legs, feet, and hair.

The fears were groundless:  The end result is…quite nice.  The highlighting part will have to wait until later, when I am less likely to be called forth from the haven of hair.

When it is all done, I will have OmegaDad take a few pics and post them, so that all and sundry can guffaw. 

OmegaGranny was recently interviewed about her blog and blogging for a podcast.  Check it out!

(I tried embedding it, but that didn’t work.  Bah.)