The Blog Formerly Known As Practical Paralegalism
That’s what I should be drinking from after the last few very intense months. But no, that’s where the color of my hair comes from.
Which makes me feel bad when other women stop me and exclaim, “OMG, your hair color is so pretty!”
It’s hard for me to tell lies. It’s not like I don’t think about telling them on a regular basis, it’s just that I am so bad at it, what’s the point in digging the hole any deeper.
So right at the point someone’s then exclaiming, “OMG, what color is your mama’s hair? Your cousins’ hair? Your kids’ hair?” that I try to nip it in the bud.
“Loreal. From the drugstore.” Which is sometimes greeted with, “Oh, now you’re just lying, how did you really get that hair color?”
I guess I can’t even tell the truth real good, either.
Anyhow, my hair was lookin’ as tired as I felt these days, so I breathed some fire back into it with Loreal Feria. I was hoping it would accidentally turn out purple, but Bottle Red is almost as good.
Do you have an at-home beauty treatment that helps ease the blues, even if just a bit?