I got tired of looking like every other West End mama in Richmond who is trying desperately hang on to her youth just a little longer by covering her gray hair with highlights, lowlights and blond hair.
At the beginning of hockey season last year, one of the dad’s from Lucas’ team was trying to drop his son off with me at a rink. He told his wife, later, he had a hard time finding me because all of us hockey mamas looked the same with our blond “West End Mom” hair. That did it for me. It started a little buzz in my head. Do I want to look the same as everyone else? Do I want to blend in?
It took me a while to get the answer…NO, I don’t want to look like every other blond, highlighted, lowlighted mama. It took me even longer to screw up my courage just enough to do something about it.
Red…I went RED! Yesterday I went to the salon for a haircut and color. I came out a redhead! Not just a little red either…really red. I didn’t tell Stan I had any plans for my hair, other than the usual ~ fill in the highlights, trim up the ends and pay an exhorbitant amount of money to not be able to tell any work had been done.
I told one person about my thought to go red. Only Lisa knew. She texted me yesterday and said “Auburn?” I said “Yes.” I already had the color on my hair when she texted me. It was too late to back out. But the nerves were setting in….
What my hair was AWFUL? What if I hated it? What if…
|Before you can call me “Red”|
As I sat in the chair with red seeping into all of my hair follicles it hit me ~ I wasn’t going to blend in with the rest of the West End mamas anymore but I also wasn’t going to blend in with my children anymore ~ Lucas, my little blond boy ~ Claire with her gorgeous, wavy blond hair and Zach with his blondish tips. I wasn’t sure I made the right decision.
What if everyone hated my new look?? My stylist said I was too quiet. Nerves had taken over. Crap, CRAP and CRAP! What had I done?
I came home to face the music. Zach and Claire were the first two to see my new look. I walked quietly into the house and stealthily into the TV room where those two sat, all holed up. I burst in. After their initial fright at seeing someone who looked nothing like their mama they settled in and said they loved it. So at least I think they like my new look.
I was trying to stay on the downlow until Stan came home. But then the earthquake hit and my new do was revealed to my neighbors. Glowing reviews…not sure if they were just playing nice with me but they all said they loved it.
On to the real reveal. My moment of truth arrived as Stan’s truck pulled into the driveway…
|Fall 1991 ~ My little prank worked!|
I hosted a little party last night and got fantastic reviews from all of my friends. Lisa included. Julie, my blogging partner on http://www.perfectmamasconfess.com/ , recently went blond. And I do mean BLOND! Last night was the first time I have seen her since she got her new do and she looks fabulous! It must be something in the air. A time for change. Maybe it was a good time for a change if the reviews were so positive.
|The New Do|