Friday, July 6, 2012

Hair today:




I was colouring my hair at home yesterday...Something I have been doing for about 6 months now..
And as I clipped the towel aroud my shouders with a hair clip and mixed the ingredints together..I could hear the little beings in the lounge grooving to the sounds of their new So Fresh Winter CD..
A bit of - "Starships are meant to fly..." was radiating through the walls to the ensuite..

And I found myself thinking how life changes..I have these type of moments quite often...But this one kicked me...15 years ago I lived in a two bedroom falt with a girlfriend and with Rod..I coloured my own hair then too..

Back then self-colouring was a way of saving money and avoiding the hairdressers who intimidated me ..I always came out looking nothing like I wanted..

Hair colouring began with a trip with two girlfriends the day before to choose a colour..If we happened to buy toenail polish and new lippy and those shoes that were to die for all the better!

Doing my own colour then meant alcohol.. Slipping into a robe..A night with the girls..Talking about sexual exploits and what wasd going on on Melrose Place..A large bar of cadburys..and girls making sure they carefully parted every section of your hair and coloured it carefully - allowing you the opportunity to cheack in the mirror in between gulps of champagne - to ensure it was going to your liking...

Always we waited to the alloted time to wash never going over - except if we were in the middle of a juicy bit of gossip...
Hair colouring was a social event..A fun one..That started with hair colour and ended with toenails and an empty champagne bottle and silver chocolate wrapping...

Skip to today..

After years of being coloured at the hairdressers,( I eventually got over my fear and like everyone else became both attached and bound to my own hairdresser..) budgeting and reasoning that I could do it perfectly well on my own means I have gone back to self-colouring..

ISo it is the school holidays.. All my kids are in the lounge.. ABC kids is on the other TV... Fully clothed. I whip an old towel around my shouders and haphazardly try to cover my roots while a twenty month old pulls at my leg. Then, towel still attached and roots colouring I whip in a pile of washing..Soothing a tired 3yr old as I go past on the way to the laundry.. Check the clock at the laundry door and have time to fold some of the washing so I will have room to hang the washing I have on...

Time to do the ends.. Fix the DVD player as I walk past on my way back to the bathroom..A minute over at least now... Madly with no definite plan in mind I squirt the remainder of the colour on the top of my head and mix it through in a frantic rush.. while the toddler pulls on the cord of the hairdryer beside me. Slip off gloves..Detach toodler from hairdryer and deposit him back in the lounge..

Quickly put on gloves and madly rub at my hair like a deranged salon stylist... Not bad...Adjust towel which is slipping, wipe away excess colour on my skin with a perfectly handy baby wipe..Go to kitchen as they have all descended upon my coloured self with complaints of hunger...

Make five rounds of sandwiches and look at the clock - shite! Well over appointed time to wash.. Make a bolt for shower.. Wash off quickly..and condition..No kids bugging me so I take the time to shave while I am there...

Sigh...All traces of colouring equipment are then quickly removed to the bin before little fingers can poison themselves.. A mild spritz with the hairdryer later and apparently the DVD player is again not performing to little people's expectations and my haircoloring event is at an end....

Oh how the mighty have fallen...
Grace takes the photos above later in the day..Sweet girl..
Milla says, "Your hair looks pretty Mummy."

Give me frantic and out of time any day of the week...

xx

7 comments:

  1. Oh I think I could have written this post myself....lol. I too colour my own hair at the moment. No matter what I told the hairdresser I didn't like about the last colour, I still walked out the same so yes, I too save money now and do it myself. Must go for a cut though.
    And next time, you need to wait for hubby to be home or do it at night as I do, because I too had to multitask whilst colouring.
    At least you look great. Well worth the effort.

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  2. Hi Celleste, your hair looks great!
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    1. whooops!
      Sorry! I have the wrong blog!
      I got you and Celeste mixed up.

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  3. I am reading this smiling.. I don't do my hair, I go to the hairdresser, but my daughters to their hair, in my bathroom, my white basin and beige colored bench top, which is now brown and black spotted bench top..no matter how I scrub and how long it is since they stained it, the spots are still there, but in my lonely moments I remember what it was like having a house full of kids, and I miss it.. your hair looks great, and I know you are reveling in the busy-ness and the loveliness of having a house full of kids...

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  4. How life changes!!!! I've decided I'm gonna go grey...what am I talking about? Am well on the way. Aah well...Oh, & Grace takes one mean photo [or 2] clever girl - tell her for me, will you? Look out Mama...she may be taking over your business:):):):)

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  5. Ahhhh you looked simply beautiful as I completely didn't mention it with all the intro's at Breeze and general chit chat and focus on our sugar challenge!! I hope you kicked a double s tonight at Boot Camp xo

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