Journal bethanie's Journal: My Name's Bethanie & I'm your Entertainment for the Evening 23
OR "Bethanie Goes All Freaky-Deaky"
OR "Color Me Happy"
So tonight was the night. Hubby got home by 6:30, we compared notes for a few minutes, and then I was off to the "Beauty Parlor" for my blue-and-purple "chunks" hair appointment.
Got there and selected myself a really trashy magazine (I believe it was "Us" from sometime late last fall/early winter) -- the selection was limited to that, hair style mags, or Field and Stream. So I went with the trashy stuff.
That was an eye-opening experience in and of itself. Are people *really* THAT interested in Paris Hilton, Jessica Simpson and her sister, Lindsay Lohan, and all those other folks whose names I can't remember because I never knew them before reading that magazine? I guess they must be, and that accounts for so much of what qualifies as "entertainment" out there.
So my "colorist", T., drapes me and sends me over to the sink where a sweet lil cutie -- couldn'ta been over 17, just your type, TL -- cleansed all the impurities from my hair. She said it's really soft. I said that's about all that can be said for it. But it was nice of her to say that.
I am sent back to The Chair, where T. reconfirms what want: alternating streaks of blue and purple (8 in total) going back along the top of my head.
She whips out the bleach and the brush and the foil and pretty soon I'm giving grub a good run for his money with the tinfoil look. A few minutes under the Big Helmet Dryer (I passed the time reading about what a good mother Teri Hatcher is 'cause she took 5 years off from working because she wanted to breastfeed and bake 300 cookies for her daughter's school. And did you know she's 39? Wow. She's hott for 39!) and I was blonde again -- in bits -- for a few minutes.
Rinse out the bleach, and back to The Chair. As the radio plays "He Ain't Heavy," "Chain of Fools," and some old Elvis tune, T. gets to pick out the bleached hairs again (better her than me -- I don't know how she managed!), and paints them with the blue and purple. Blue Mayhem and Pimpin' Purple, to be precise. I didn't name the colors, I just picked 'em out and ordered them off the net. She wanted to use some stuff that doesn't last more than 3 weeks. I wasn't about to pay $50 for a 3-week color job. When I go freaky, I want it to stick around for a while, sugar!
In the meantime, there's another chick who works there and her boyfriend (I assume) who have left to get some supper and come back for no apparent reason. I begin to suspect that I may be the best show in town tonight. (Well, that may be the case more often than I know, but I'm not usually doing it on public display.)
So... More brushes, lots of dark purple and bright blue, more foil. Another 15 minutes sitting and reading the trashy magazine. Did you know Debra Messing takes out the garbage wearing couture? See!? Stars *are* just like us!!
I am sent back to the sink where the cutie washes out my hair. She's so perky and sweet and concerned for my mental well-being I just want to put her in my pocket and take her home. When I get up to walk from the sink back to The Chair, I have an entourage.
Yes, I am what they have all been waiting to see.
Their eyes are wide, they are gasping in dumbfounded amazement, they're stopping just short of shaking their heads in disbelief. At one point during my blow job (yes -- I got a blow job AND hair color for the bargain price of $50, suckahs!), T. breaks down into giggles. "I just have no idea what your husband is going to say!!" she gasps.
That's funny... I'm not concerned in the least.
They had all decided that I should be turned around & not allowed to see the results until it was all done. Just like on one-a them makeover shows on the TEE-vee! (One of those where you're watching the poor stooge, clucking your tongue, shaking your head, thinking, "Not ME, buddy! I'd NEVER be THAT stupid!")
It was kinda strange to be on display like that, to be completely unabashedly just WATCHED for other people's entertainment. They never asked if it was OK, never even acknowledged what they were doing. That I might not care to be gawked at was obviously something that hadn't entered into their consciousness for a moment. But of course I want to be gawked at!! I'm getting my hair colored BLUE and PURPLE, ain't I!?!
So it gets brushed and dried and they turn me around. The purple stripe in the middle is a little severe, but after a little messing around with it, it's much closer to what I'd envisioned. They are acting like I'm the biggest freak they've ever seen. But I'm happy. It's purple, and it's blue, *I* think it's relatively subtle, and I think it's pretty cool.
I'm settling up, and I tell T. that if she's worried about it, I won't tell anyone that she's the one who did the color. She swears she's not, so I smile and promise to tell everyone, then! She makes me promise to come back and tell her about everyone's reactions. As if that were the only reason someone would do something so outrageous.
When I get home, the kids greet me at the door. Kiddo says she can see some color in my hair, but mostly she wants me to see the piece of pretend birthday cake she left for me at my computer. Hubby claims to want to see my hair, but he's busy re-seasoning the cast iron skillet. Squirt insists on being picked up immediately and won't tolerate being put down for even a moment. It's a warm homecoming; I feel loved and needed.
When Hubby finally gets a look at it what's his BIG reaction? Does he immediately call the attorney to start divorce proceedings?
Uh... not quite.
He says, "It's redder than I thought it would be. Do you like it?" And that's about it. Apparently, he thought I was going to come home with blue and purple skunk stripes all over my head. So he's pretty relieved, and really quite sweet about the whole thing.
He was particularly cooperative about taking pictures (is this an OK site to post pix to? Anyone else got any other favorite free sites like this one that would be better? I just took the first promising hit that Google gave me). His intention was to show the color as best he could, so try to pay no attention that my face is cut off in some of them.
I'd ask what you think, but honestly, it really doesn't matter. I didn't get this done to impress anyone else but myself (as much as the folks at the Beauty Parlor seemed to think otherwise). If I were really concerned about what other people thought, there's no way I could have done it. That was always the biggest barrier, and I've wanted to try this out for a long time (probably about half my life, come to think of it), and I realized I was making excuses. So yeah, it's a pretty frivolous thing, getting your hair colored. But for me, it's a big step. It's one thing I'm doing to please myself and nobody else. And lucky you, with whom I share these trivial moments of my life, you get to see the pictures!
OR "Color Me Happy"
So tonight was the night. Hubby got home by 6:30, we compared notes for a few minutes, and then I was off to the "Beauty Parlor" for my blue-and-purple "chunks" hair appointment.
Got there and selected myself a really trashy magazine (I believe it was "Us" from sometime late last fall/early winter) -- the selection was limited to that, hair style mags, or Field and Stream. So I went with the trashy stuff.
That was an eye-opening experience in and of itself. Are people *really* THAT interested in Paris Hilton, Jessica Simpson and her sister, Lindsay Lohan, and all those other folks whose names I can't remember because I never knew them before reading that magazine? I guess they must be, and that accounts for so much of what qualifies as "entertainment" out there.
So my "colorist", T., drapes me and sends me over to the sink where a sweet lil cutie -- couldn'ta been over 17, just your type, TL -- cleansed all the impurities from my hair. She said it's really soft. I said that's about all that can be said for it. But it was nice of her to say that.
I am sent back to The Chair, where T. reconfirms what want: alternating streaks of blue and purple (8 in total) going back along the top of my head.
She whips out the bleach and the brush and the foil and pretty soon I'm giving grub a good run for his money with the tinfoil look. A few minutes under the Big Helmet Dryer (I passed the time reading about what a good mother Teri Hatcher is 'cause she took 5 years off from working because she wanted to breastfeed and bake 300 cookies for her daughter's school. And did you know she's 39? Wow. She's hott for 39!) and I was blonde again -- in bits -- for a few minutes.
Rinse out the bleach, and back to The Chair. As the radio plays "He Ain't Heavy," "Chain of Fools," and some old Elvis tune, T. gets to pick out the bleached hairs again (better her than me -- I don't know how she managed!), and paints them with the blue and purple. Blue Mayhem and Pimpin' Purple, to be precise. I didn't name the colors, I just picked 'em out and ordered them off the net. She wanted to use some stuff that doesn't last more than 3 weeks. I wasn't about to pay $50 for a 3-week color job. When I go freaky, I want it to stick around for a while, sugar!
In the meantime, there's another chick who works there and her boyfriend (I assume) who have left to get some supper and come back for no apparent reason. I begin to suspect that I may be the best show in town tonight. (Well, that may be the case more often than I know, but I'm not usually doing it on public display.)
So... More brushes, lots of dark purple and bright blue, more foil. Another 15 minutes sitting and reading the trashy magazine. Did you know Debra Messing takes out the garbage wearing couture? See!? Stars *are* just like us!!
I am sent back to the sink where the cutie washes out my hair. She's so perky and sweet and concerned for my mental well-being I just want to put her in my pocket and take her home. When I get up to walk from the sink back to The Chair, I have an entourage.
Yes, I am what they have all been waiting to see.
Their eyes are wide, they are gasping in dumbfounded amazement, they're stopping just short of shaking their heads in disbelief. At one point during my blow job (yes -- I got a blow job AND hair color for the bargain price of $50, suckahs!), T. breaks down into giggles. "I just have no idea what your husband is going to say!!" she gasps.
That's funny... I'm not concerned in the least.
They had all decided that I should be turned around & not allowed to see the results until it was all done. Just like on one-a them makeover shows on the TEE-vee! (One of those where you're watching the poor stooge, clucking your tongue, shaking your head, thinking, "Not ME, buddy! I'd NEVER be THAT stupid!")
It was kinda strange to be on display like that, to be completely unabashedly just WATCHED for other people's entertainment. They never asked if it was OK, never even acknowledged what they were doing. That I might not care to be gawked at was obviously something that hadn't entered into their consciousness for a moment. But of course I want to be gawked at!! I'm getting my hair colored BLUE and PURPLE, ain't I!?!
So it gets brushed and dried and they turn me around. The purple stripe in the middle is a little severe, but after a little messing around with it, it's much closer to what I'd envisioned. They are acting like I'm the biggest freak they've ever seen. But I'm happy. It's purple, and it's blue, *I* think it's relatively subtle, and I think it's pretty cool.
I'm settling up, and I tell T. that if she's worried about it, I won't tell anyone that she's the one who did the color. She swears she's not, so I smile and promise to tell everyone, then! She makes me promise to come back and tell her about everyone's reactions. As if that were the only reason someone would do something so outrageous.
When I get home, the kids greet me at the door. Kiddo says she can see some color in my hair, but mostly she wants me to see the piece of pretend birthday cake she left for me at my computer. Hubby claims to want to see my hair, but he's busy re-seasoning the cast iron skillet. Squirt insists on being picked up immediately and won't tolerate being put down for even a moment. It's a warm homecoming; I feel loved and needed.
When Hubby finally gets a look at it what's his BIG reaction? Does he immediately call the attorney to start divorce proceedings?
Uh... not quite.
He says, "It's redder than I thought it would be. Do you like it?" And that's about it. Apparently, he thought I was going to come home with blue and purple skunk stripes all over my head. So he's pretty relieved, and really quite sweet about the whole thing.
He was particularly cooperative about taking pictures (is this an OK site to post pix to? Anyone else got any other favorite free sites like this one that would be better? I just took the first promising hit that Google gave me). His intention was to show the color as best he could, so try to pay no attention that my face is cut off in some of them.
I'd ask what you think, but honestly, it really doesn't matter. I didn't get this done to impress anyone else but myself (as much as the folks at the Beauty Parlor seemed to think otherwise). If I were really concerned about what other people thought, there's no way I could have done it. That was always the biggest barrier, and I've wanted to try this out for a long time (probably about half my life, come to think of it), and I realized I was making excuses. So yeah, it's a pretty frivolous thing, getting your hair colored. But for me, it's a big step. It's one thing I'm doing to please myself and nobody else. And lucky you, with whom I share these trivial moments of my life, you get to see the pictures!
No... (Score:2)
Re:No... (Score:2)
I didn't want to say anything in the JE -- just write about the folks' reaction, then post the pix, and let my dear readers judge for themselves.
All I know is that when I got home, everyone recognized me and the only thing that made the baby cry was me NOT picking her up. In other words, business as usual.
Re:No... (Score:2)
It was kinda strange to be on display like that, to be completely unabashedly just WATCHED for other people's entertainment. They never asked if it was OK, never even acknowledged what they were doing. That I might not care to be gawked at was obviously something that hadn't entered into their consciousness for a moment. But of course I want to be gawked at!! I'm getting my hair colored BLUE and PURPLE
Re:No... (Score:2)
So that's why all the guys are staring at my ass?
Re:No... (Score:2)
Shit. Ole M.C.'s a guy. I tend to forget these things.
Cheers,
Ethelred
Woohoo (Score:2)
>Its like wearing a thong and wondering why guys are staring at your ass
So that's why all the guys are staring at my ass?
Fine, don't post up those pictures. *wink* Or do you need a pimpin -n- mayhem thong?
Cheers,
=Blue(23)
Photo hosting sites and hair colours (Score:2)
Well it loses brownie points from me for being down at the moment. Apparently they take it down each morning for backups. If they can't get online backups sorted, then I'm immediately a bit suspicious. But I'll let you know when it's back up. I'm afraid I don't have any thoughts on photo hosting sites, as I just do all of mine myself on my own site.
I guess you live in a different world. For me, the concept of people being shocked by coloured hair is somewhat strange.
Re:Photo hosting sites and hair colours (Score:2)
Complete the look... (Score:1)
Looks very cool (Score:2)
I like it, it's not in-your-face loud, but also not so subtle that it won't be noticed. I can definitely see people doing a double take when they see you.
It's one thing I'm doing to please myself and nobody else. And lucky you, with whom I share these trivial moments of my life, you get to see the pictures!Uhm, are we still talking about the hair or is there another set of pictures you'd like to share? How about video?
I couldn't do that. (Score:2)
Looks cool, though. I especially like that it was such a thin layer on top instead of all the way through.
It has now been 12 minutes since I successfully posted a comment. I wonder when slashdot will stop being special.
Re:I couldn't do that. (Score:2)
So, bethanie, did you get me this girl's number or what? Why didn't you put her in your pocket and bring her to the hot tub? :-)
Re:I couldn't do that. (Score:2)
The posting thing happened when I was using https. When I switched back to http, I was able to post.
Re:I couldn't do that. (Score:2)
Re:I couldn't do that. (Score:2)
Besides, if I manage to get her to come home with me & into the hottub, I'm keepin' her for myself!! (And then I'll invite ellem over to watch!)
Re:I couldn't do that. (Score:2)
Re:I couldn't do that. (Score:2)
I certainly do, darlin'. (And it's not all mere fantasy.) Funny thing is, upon further review... none of them seem to involve *you*!
entertainment (Score:1)
Wow! What did I do to deserve this? :-)
Re:entertainment (Score:1)
Re:entertainment (Score:2)
2) From all the research I did, everyone reports that Special Effects (follow the link in the JE to see colors & where I ordered it from) lasts at least 6 weeks. A little also goes a LONG way. What I used to do mine was less than 1/7 out of the entire bottle.
Re:entertainment (Score:1)
We regularly do her hair with red henna, so I'm not sure that pre-lightening was an option. Unless you mean the bleaching of the tips? I'm pretty unaware of this sort of stuff, outside of having been trained on the henna process.
I'll have to talk to her about Special Effects versus whatever it was she got :-)
Re:entertainment (Score:2)
Y'all might want to look into that. Shouldn't be hard to find confirmation or denial.
that's not the weirdest hair color in GA. (Score:1)
There's SCAD in Savannah.
Nice color, btw.