Seeing Red in 2010
I
found a darling new hairstyle and the owner of Talk of the Town modified it, just for me. However, before I left
the beauty salon, Allyson hinted that if I changed up my hair color, it would brighten my face and it would make me
look more…youthful.
Ba-Bing!
Allyson whispered the key words (brighten and youthful) which got my attention.
(Vanity vanity thy name is woman.) Without talking to any of my friends or
family, I made an appointment for early the next day.
When I elegantly plopped my head upon my
pillow at bedtime, thoughts of panic began slithering through my mind. How can
I sleep? What if Allyson is totally wrong?
What if I hate my new hair color? Will I be able to face my clients if I look
like a clown? Oh, Lord help me!
Don’t
get me wrong, I am not a virgin. I actually started coloring my blonde hair a
few years ago, just to blend in the gray. However, this time…I am going red. Yes,
you heard me…I am going r-e-d. “People, do not adjust your TV sets!”
The
next morning I woke early. Indecisive thoughts were still whirling around in my
head as I drove down 98 towards Foley. I can always cancel, I told myself as I
stopped to simply top-off my gas tank. Maybe I should get a little bite of
something-something to calm my tummy. Oh, for crying out-loud, this woman is a
professional, she owns her own shop! “Just Do It,” was my battle cry, as I
pulled up my big-girl panties, jumped in my minivan, and tore out of the gas
station.
Arriving home two hours later, I sauntered through the front gate and
spied my 100-pound Great-Dane guard-dog, lying on his back allowing the sun to warm
his fat belly. Slowly lifting his huge head at the sound of my footsteps, our
eyes connect. I felt a prickle of fear run through my gut. Will Lurch recognize
me with red hair? Do dogs even see color? Gripped with fear I picked up my step
and trotted up the walkway flying into the front door as I watched his neck
twist around like Linda Blair’s head did, in the movie, The Exorcist.
Charging straight into the bathroom I flipped on the light, gathered my
hair products to put my ‘own’ styling touch to my freshly dyed mane. As every
hair moved perfectly into place, I dabbed on some makeup, and grabbed my
camera. I’m ready for the reveal!
After
taking several snapshots, head up of course to avoid any double chin, I posted
them on Facebook. The feedback was all
positive, which is a good thing, because I really like the color, the cut is fantastic
and I do believe I feel younger and incredibly vibrant. (Hey, today the cute
UPS driver came back twice. Coincidence? I think not!)
Allyson’s business card proclaims Making
You Good Lookin’. Well…I don’t know about that, but I can say, “I am
sure…..lookin’-good!”
