Friday, April 19, 2013

Bad Hair I have Sported: A Medley. For Rebecca.

Dear Rebecca, 
To show that I sympathize with your present follicle woes, I present to you not 1, not 2 but *4* hair tragedies.
You're welcome.

                                                 When the stylist did my hair It. Looked. Awsome.  

                                                      

                                                                           Number 1:

However. She didn't live with me to do my hair everyday, and so I give you the above: what happens when I do my hair with W*mart grade styling products and tools.
I went from waist length to this by the way.

                                                                        Number 2:

The Q-Tip.
'Nuff said.
(Ugh, I never mind that's just an AWFUL picture anyway.)




It did grow out to this though, which isn't bad, but I'm darn near a dead ringer for Bette Midler, which just wasn't something I wanted to hear at 22.
 And see those beautiful highlights? I got lot's of compliments on them (my friend pulled my hair through a frosting cap while we watched From Here To Eternity, quite possibly the worst movie I have ever seen), but come fall I was ready to go back to my regular boring brown, so I picked a box of matching hair coloring at W*mart. Moral of that story? CHECK THE COLOR NUMBER ON THE BOX AGAINST THE BOTTLE IN IT TO AVOID THIS:

                                                                         Number 3:
African Violet. 
It was VERY purple, this doesn't show just how much. And B. would call me "Grape Head".
I had a major crush on him at this point and was so afraid that I would completely scare him off when he saw how accident prone I am.
My bosses wife (a very nice lady who owned a hair salon. Hair coloring wasn't her strong suit.) stripped that awful purple out and I was left with this:
Number 4:

Orange. And this was toned down after a few days.
I decided NOT to color it out for about a month and a half to give my poor hair a chance to recover.
Moral of this story? I always wanted to be a red head growing up. Wasn't careful what I wished for and dang it, I got it.
So a tragedy in 4 parts. Be glad you only have 1.
Love,
Bonnie 
(who now just has spring-like wires of gray hair 
popping up- quite literally)

8 comments:

Unknown said...

You are SO cute! :) What a sweet thing to do...for what it's worth I think you look good in these photos! HAHA! So are you on fb?? ;) I saw you like my photo (I didn't know that was going to go all over the world btw...LOL!) on THM!!! I was like WHAT??? But then it seemed like you didn't actually have a page?? :)

I so need to sit down and write!! How are you doing??

Rebecca said...

This just TOTALLY made my day. By the end of the post, I was rolling on the floor laughing- not because of your pictures but because of your hilarious commentary. The Q-tip? HA!
Darn near dead ringer for Bette Midler? You are one crazy funny lady! You so made my day.

And I just have to say- all of those hairdo's are ones I have seen done ON PURPOSE on super stylish chicks, which makes me think the difference between good hair and bad hair is if you are confident about it.

I can't believe how good ORANGE hair looks on you!

What a good friend, to humiliate yourself in my time of need. Thank you for that.



Elisha said...

I like your short hair!

Elisha said...

annndddd... Lydia is GREAT at coloring/highlighting/lowlighting/short hairstyles if you ever want to go short again - I recommend her ;-)

Kimberly said...

You are adorable no matter what.

Elisha said...

Love the new header! What a great picture of the kiddos! And nice wagon - it will come in handy for hauling all the chicken manure, right? ;-)

Davene Grace said...

Just had to pop in to say how much I like your new header picture!! :)

Kimberly said...

Hey---Just wanted to let you know that the boys are still loving their car playmat you made them. (hugs)