Tuesday, November 13, 2007


Pink is one of my absolute favorite colors. Oh, my new house has barely any pink...but that doesn't mean I don't love it.

When my hairdresser up and left the state last month, I felt lost. She made me an appointment with another hairdresser in the salon, and promised me she was good. Saturday, I went to Crush with some trepidation...what would happen to my hair?

The "new" hairdresser put me at ease almost immediately. She was very friendly (and tall! Really, really tall!) and sat me down at her station. I noticed her jet black hair had a patch of pink at the crown. She asked me if I was going to stick to the same color and I said Yes...but would streaks of pink go with it? She said yes so vehemently I knew I had to do it.

Of course, my pink isn't as pink as her pink...but I had taken her pink as a sign to go ahead and do it. I've been thinking of getting pink streaks in my hair for months, but felt I was too old. However, at the psychic fair, I saw a woman in her 50's with pink on her crown (that must be a new thing), and thought "if she can have a blob of pink in her hair, I can have pink streaks!"

And I love it.

Oh it's pretty subtle. With the exception of one streak that is a little chunkier than the others, the effect is barely noticeable. I was feeling really good about my hair, that is, until I called my mom.

When she asked me what was new, I couldn't help but bubble on about my new pink streaks. And then I heard it. The disapproval when she said "Oh Pamela." But, of course she couldn't leave it at that. She had to go on and on ("How old are you going to be this week? And do you really think pink hair is appropriate for your age?"). I heard my dad say something in the background and my mom said "She's got pink hair." I said "It's not pink...it just has some pink highlights." My mom just sighed, and I had hoped that was the end of it, but she brought it up a total of three times during our conversation, chastising me each time for opting for pink.

So, I guess it doesn't really matter how old I'm going to be this week...in my mom's eyes, I'll always be the girl who does something stupid.