My “Dying” Truth

I’m about to lay down some truth, so you may want to sit down.

I’m not a natural brunette … at least not my current shade of chocolate brown with caramel and butterscotch highlights.  I wish!  (By the way, who else is now hungry after that color description?)  I dye my hair.  Well, actually, I don’t dye it.  I have it professionally colored in a hair salon by a talented man who works hard to keep my grays hidden, even if only for a week or two.  I could honestly color my roots every 10 days, but who has the time or money for that?!

With all the time I spend in the salon, I’ve come to realize a few things.  Notably, …

1. It’s hard for me to relax.  Sitting still stresses me out.  I can’t fully enjoy the pampering because I’m too anxious, thinking about all the things I should be accomplishing instead.
2. I feel (slightly) guilty spending so much money.  Professional coloring is expensive (not to mention time-consuming), but the results are SO much better than when I do it myself.  I once even had to cut my hair into a pixie style just to remove all the damage I had done.  True story.
3. I’m tired!  This may be why I don’t sit down much during the day … I fall asleep.  Like really asleep.  It happens often and not because I’m so relaxed (see #1 above).
4. I am really out of touch with reality TV.  It’s only temporary, though, because by the time I leave the salon, I know more about Kimye, the Real Housewives and Teen Moms than I care to admit.
5. Hairdressers are like bartenders.  Customers confide in them — airing their dirty laundry, detailing illnesses, bitching about in-laws, bragging about kids … I’m guilty of it, too, sometimes.  Why is that?
6. Having two stylists blow out my hair simultaneously is both luxurious and a tad creepy at the same time.  All the attention does make me feel a little like a Hollywood celebrity, but it also has a bit of a menage a trois vibe to it.  No further comment is required here … my mother reads this blog.
7. Getting my hair colored and cut makes me happy.  I always feel more confident when my grays are well-covered and my hair is freshly cut and styled.  Maybe I’m vain, but who isn’t at least a little vain?  Confidence = happiness and we all know that when mama’s happy, everyone’s happy.  It’s a win-win.

So today, after I sat in the salon, agonized about my “To Do” list, thumbed through a few trashy magazines and dozed off once or twice, I returned home a happier (albeit less productive) mom.  Thanks, Jeremy and Kat — see you in a few weeks to do it all again.

– LJDT

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