Don't color your own hair

Today I had a major hair coloring mishap.

We're watching our budget and in an effort to save a few bucks I asked my hair stylist to show me how to color my own hair. She told me what to get/say to the person working at Sally's. She told me "If the girl doesn't know what to give you, she shouldn't be working there. Don't worry." So I confidently head down to Sally's with my instructions and told the woman I needed a Demi in a Cherry Cola color (Lana had given me the most beautiful Cherry Cola hair color recently and I loved, loved, loved it).

My first clue should have been that this woman was a little 'behind the times' with hairstyles. She had grey 'helmet hair'. The woman proceeded to give me a dark brown mahogany color. I questioned her but she assured me it'd turn out right. So, excited to be able to do this on my own, I attempted to color my own hair the next morning. Not such a good result. It turned out kind of purple.

I like purple. I've done purple hair purposely. But at 41 years of age and a mother of 3 it's just not 'me' anymore. I figured it was a demi color and will quickly fade out. After a week and it didn't fade at all I just couldn't handle it anymore (last night at a church meeting was the final straw. Texas women are the queens of the backhanded compliment "Look at you with that new...haircut!" uh huh). So I decided to take matters into my own hands again. Bad idea. I got 'dark warm brown' this time. This time my result was more normal, until I get underneath lighting or out in the sun. Then it turns bright 'Bozo Red'. I have also purposely done Bozo Red to my hair before. But again, that was over 20 years ago and I've grown past that place in my life.

So, I have an appointment tomorrow afternoon with my colorist to fix this embarassing situation. Until then, I am hiding in my house.

So I bravely ventured upstairs. Upstairs to my sewing room (which is still invaded by my husband's computer). Upstairs to my sewing machines that have given me such grief lately. I should have gone with my first instinct and cleaned house instead.

First thing I see when I get up there is some 4th of July fabric that I bought intending to make my girls some dresses for the 4th of July celebration at the golf course. Oops, it's July 2nd. That's not going to happen now...better hide that fabric so the girls don't nag me about making them a 4th of July dress on the 4th. But I can't hide it too well or else my mother-of-three mind won't be able to remember where I put it until we move again. When I will suddenly discover it and quickly lose it.

Several months ago I bought many yards of an Alexander Henry fabric I had absolutely fallen in love with. What I love about it is that when you first look at it, it looks like a cute little black and white print. And then you look closer at it and it has skulls all over it. So black fabric and skulls scream LITTLE GIRL DRESS!!! to me. Subtle rebellion is an art to be learned at an early age in my opinion. I have been working on this dress for the longest time. Everytime I try to get sewing on it something happens to my machines. I swear this dress is cursed.

First problem I ran into with the dress was I ran out of black thread. Really? Is this a joke? I normally have several spools of black thread because I pick it up at JoAnn's whenever I'm there. It's kind of like milk, eggs, bread, black thread, all household staples. I finally found a spool of black thread hiding in a drawer and starting winding a bobbin. Darn bobbin wouldn't wind right. UGH! Really...is this dress cursed? I finally got a bobbin wound properly and threaded up my trusty favorite machine and started sewing away. So far, so good. I was even able to change the thread on my serger without too much difficulty (although my kids had hidden my serger tweezers and I didn't find them until after I had threaded it. I never realized how difficult threading a serger without tweezers was until today). My serger can be tempermental about threading when it senses I am frustrated.

Great! The skirt and lining are almost and just need to be hemmed, then attached to the bodice, which is already done, and throw a little netting and lace and it's done. This was going better than I thought. Ha ha...the joke is on me. My daughters have hidden yet another important sewing implement, my sewing guage. I tore that room apart looking for my guage. I know I have at least two of them and I couldn't find either one of them. So, I am stuck again until after I get my hair fixed tomorrow afternoon and can head to Hobby Lobby afterwards to buy some more black thread and another sewing guage.

That is as long as I don't end up with Industrial Orange hair.