Sometimes just drinking wine is not enough. Read about my latest hair drama and why I really need to cook with wine tonight!
I had a heck of a day on Tuesday, but it was the most ridiculous, first world “problem” ever. I’m really not even complaining because I know people have actual problems, so I’m just passing on the tale of my Hair Salon Tuesday because it’s funny. It all ends up with me needing some wine, which is why I’m writing about how to not only drink but also eat wine for dinner! Because this story is so long, and I don’t want you to lose interest; I’m going to intermix some amazing recipes using wine as I tell you about hair drama.
My hair has been a work in progress lately. I’m only 38 (play along and let me feel like that’s still young), but my hair is very gray, like probably at least 75% gray. This isn’t a surprise because premature graying runs in my family, and until a few months ago, I was just going with it. Finally, I decided I wanted to start coloring it to look a little better. It started with just subtly coloring about half the gray, then I went nuts and colored the lot of it pretty close to my natural color. You know why I had resisted coloring it at all? The upkeep.
Dying gray hair almost black is great fun on days 1-7. Then, the white roots start coming in. It’s hard to notice at first, but by day 14, it looks pretty ridiculous. In an effort to make the growing in process smoother, I thought I would try light highlights. I went in yesterday at 10:30 am for the highlights. I needed to leave by 12:30 to pick up my son and because I was parked in two-hour parking. Hair color can’t take longer than two hours, right?!
After the bleach had been sitting on for a while, she came to check the color and asked what time I had to leave. Apparently it wasn’t lightening as much or as fast as she expected. I had to call a friend to get my son and wait for me at a coffee shop next door so they could put me under the heat and rinse my hair. They sent me out in the salon smock with a towel clipped around my neck and wet hair with yellow highlights to go pick up my son! To make it worse, when I got to the car, I had a $76 parking ticket for being there over the two-hour limit. Ugh.
After an embarrassing pickup, my son and I went BACK to the salon so they could put the next layer of color on, rinse it again, and put me under the dryer again. I had to pick up my older kid by 2:40, and I was a few minutes late. That means I was at the stupid hair salon for FOUR HOURS! What’s worse, my hair is completely fried. I’m trying not to freak out that it’s the color and texture of straw. I’m sitting here right now with my hair slathered in coconut oil hoping it helps. I’m going back Friday for a keratin treatment that will either make it smooth and silky or even worse. Let’s hope for the former.
I had to rush my older son to a doctor’s appointment, and by the time we got home, it was time to make their dinner and then do bedtime. Somehow I had lost a whole day, and I looked worse instead of better for it. Last night, I needed a glass or wine for sure. When you’ve got a day that wine is in order, why not spare a few ounces to make one of these delicious recipes too? Cheers!
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go rinse the oil out of my hair and drink a glass of wine while I contemplate how long it will take to grow out this overly bleached mop. xo
Want more wine? OK, here you go!