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| Saturday, June 16, 2007 |
| Change is in the hair! |
So I decided to go red.
I've been blonde, brunette, and black, but never red.
So I made up my mind and said "red is best!"
This time though, I wanted to go the natural route of all hair dye: henna!
After much conniving and scheming and convincing I deftly pursuaded Chucky to do my hair for me.
I'd never done henna before and certainly wasn't about to take my life into my own hands in that way.
So happy, happy, it was finally our WnR night and I decided "tonight's the night!"
Grabbing Chucky and the inconspicuous little fox-faced box of adventure, I marched my way down to the kitchen, determined to walk away a better and brighter (haired) woman.
With the instructions laid out before me, I studied to show myself approved and capable, figuring "this can't be that hard! I have dyed my hair before, this will be a piece of cake!"
Ten minutes later I was still studying the directions, in an attempt to make heads or tails (I'd take either at that point) of said directions. These natural & healthy people don't speak plain English!
Frustrated, I thrust the directions into Chucky's (hopefully) capable hands and silently prayed that she'd be able to help me in my plight.
Thankfully, Chuck speaks the language of the earth and understood what they were attempting to explain, relaying their information back to me in human form, and thus speeding me along my path to victory (red hair).
Now, to explain to the normal, unsuspecting reader: henna is not like most dyes.
Normal hair dye you simply mix the two bottles of formula together, pour the creamy mixture onto your hair, let it stew for a little while, and voila! You're now a fake!
But no.
Henna likes to be difficult.
Let me explain the process for your better understanding:
Step one: "Boil water."
(Boo): "Hey! That can't be that hard! I've boiled water before. Whew. This is turning out to be easier than I thought."
Ah, CORRECTION to step one: "Boil water in a container that is not metal, has never touched metal, doesn't dream about metal, has never frolicked with metal, and has definitely, never, ever come within ten miles of anything metal."
(Boo): (Stunned silence)
Fainting in my heart for a moment I scurried around the kitchen in hopes of finding the light at the end of this tunnel in the way of some sort of structure that I could boil my happy water in...
Goodness prevailed in the end, of course, and after finding a pure vessel of un-hindered glassness, I proceded to boil my water.
So, next...
Step two: "After boiling water, carefully mix the contents of the little white bag in the fox-faced box together with your carefully boiled water."
(Boo): "Oookay, doesn't sound too bad..."
Pours bag in bowl...
Stops...terrified...
(Boo): "...Is it supposed to be...green...?"
*Gulp*
Mixes bag with water...
(Boo): "...and now...brown??"
(I'd like to note here for the record, and to give credit where credit is due, that it was actually Chucky who was mixing the witches brew. I was actually sitting back and trembling in fear of what was to come.)
Of course, my adventurous side had been slightly piqued, so I could not back down at that point.
Onward Christian soldiers!
So up the stairs we went with our pasty brown brew, creeping quietly into the master bathroom, in a brave attempt not to wake the other members of the house (it might have been a LITTLE bit past their bed time...)
My insides quaked as I sat myself in front of that mirror, but I garnered all the courageousness I had within me, and declared to myself:
"Self! We're going through with this! No backing down now. Repeat after me: I am a brave, brave woman! (repeats: I am a brave, brave woman) no foe of darkness, or fiend of henna can stop me! (repeats: no foe of darkness or fiend of henna, can...oh no, here she comes!)
Daringly leading the way, Chucky arrived at my side holding a bowl of what can only be correctly expressed as "stickybrowngoothatlookslikepoo"
aka: henna.
She, of course, feels no fear. She is one with the earth and thrives in this sort of circumstance.
So, onward, we go!
She begins the process by smearing this smelly concoction over and into my hair--patiently and faithfully working the goo onto each section, each end, and each root--a careful and painstaking process, which took the better part of the evening to accomplish--largely due to the fact that I was terrifyingly anal about getting the goo on my skin so I forced Chucky to stop every few moments so that I could give myself a good cleanup. (Seriously, who wants fat brown stains on their face?)
When she finished with that part of the process I could only sit and stare at my reflection in the mirror...
With the brown paste drying into crumbly bits across my skull, the effect certainly gave new meaning to the oft-used childhood nickname of "doodoo head".
It wasn't pretty.
But that was only step one to the doodooheading process!
Next, I get wrapped...in serran wrap...
My whole head gets pushed and pulled and tugged as each layer upon layer tightly conforms to my head.
I looked like an alien...
A doodoo alien...
I consoled myself by telling myself that, firstly, it was all for a good cause, and that, more importantly, at least nobody else could see me...for now.
I wasn't aware of this at the time of undertaking this adventure, (I told you, the directions were intense!) but I found out after the fact that you have to leave henna in your hair for a long, long time--think 12 hours or more...
Thankfully, it was late at night and people had already gone to bed, and the next morning would be sleep-in, which meant that by the time I woke up the next..afternoon...the process would be complete and I could bounce out of my room a redhead! Hurrah!
Consoled by these thoughts, I curled myself into bed, and proceded to dream of pastures, and dried hay, and cowfields, and all things natural--which I suppose was a result of my head smelling like pastures, and dried hay, and cowfields, and all things natural...
Yep. Makes sense...
I'll skip down to the part where I woke up because the cows in my dreams really weren't that interesting.
So, getting up the next afternoon I quickly dashed myself to the bathroom and began a vigorous scrubbing technique that could only be described as...desperate.
20 minutes later and a whole lotta goo down the drain I stepped out of the shower a new woman.
Or at least, I hoped...
I admit--though I was excited to see what I looked like--before viewing myself I did feel a few pangs of terror and fear...
*Creeping slowly to the mirror*
"Moment of truth! What is it going to look like? I'm hoping...red. Like, a pretty red, not a garish overdone red, but red enough to make a statement. So. Here's hoping for red."
I stopped.
"...what if...it's not red...? What if it's...green--like the powder was green, maybe it could have turned my hair green...I heard someone say that henna can do that to you..."
*Gasp!*
"Didn't my mom tell me a story about a friend of hers who put henna in their hair and it turned green?? Oh Lord! She told me to NEVER use henna!! How could I have forgotten?!"
"Oh. Oh. Now what do I do...??"
I stayed in this state of bewildered panic for a moment or two as I slowly questioned whether or not I even wanted to LOOK in the mirror at all. The potential for trauma was...great...
Curiosity prevailed in the end and I continued on my way to the mirror...
I crept slowly towards the mirror, holding my breath in expectation of what would unfold before my eyes, then I caught a glimpse of my fate...
The reflection in the mirror was not at all what I expected it to be--on either side of the fence.
No glimpses of a green-haired monster...
But neither was there a red-headed nymph staring back at me either!
It was...just...me.
Just plain ol' me with...brown hair!
*Sigh*
Just like normal.
I was disappointed, yet somehow strangely relieved at the same time.
I suppose...brown I was made to be, so brown I am.
And, you know, there are glimmers of redness there. Not as drastic as I was expecting...
So, that concludes my tale of change.
Here's to the thrill of changes--big or small!
No matter what happens in life, you can expect it to be exciting!
This has been a long post.
I'm going to bed.
Goodnight fair and faithful few!
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posted by Woozers @ 6:59 PM  |
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| 5 Comments: |
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WHAT?? I was hoping to view a red headed Boo.. I can't imagine it.. but was trying.. haha!! At least it wasn't green Luv you boo
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Ahahahahah!! A Doodoo Alien, that is AWESOME!! Yeah, I kinda stopped absorbing the post after that ....got stuck on Doodoo alien. heehee!!
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Don't know what henna you used...your post was absolutely funny, but I have to put coffee grain in mine in order for my hair not to come out looking like carrots! And that's after 2 hrs. Glad you had fun though.
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I laughed so hard when reading this, and then stopped midway and woke up your dad to read it to him, and we both laughed until we, well ... anyway. You definitely have your Papa's talent for writing. Did I really say it turned her hair green..from what I remember it was purple.....
Love u,
Mums
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LOL, that was so good Boo!!!
I can't believe you used the D word, a lot too. hehehe ... doodoo. What will Boo be writing about next...? :D
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WHAT?? I was hoping to view a red headed Boo.. I can't imagine it.. but was trying.. haha!! At least it wasn't green Luv you boo