Tuesday, December 21, 2010

I turned my hair yellow today.

Like, yellow yellow.

I never thought my hair could or would be that shade, but today was a glorious day. I told my friend at the salon that I wanted my hair to look "white." Our conversation follows.

Christina: "You want it white? Like, bleach blonde?"

V: "No, like. . . like my grandma's hair. Or like that lady you just permed. I want HER white hair."

C: "I don't know if I can. . . "

V: "We're hairstylists. You're supposed to be able to make my hair white. It's okay because I'm saying I understand my hair could catch fire! I'm not worried. Let's do it."

C: "I just don't think we have the same idea of what white is. I think Santa Claus has white hair."

V: "Perfect! I'll take it! Make me look like Mrs. Claus!!"

So we began. And somehow my hair turned yellow. I loved it. I would have kept it, but my mom would have been mad at me for ruining holiday pictures. That, and I don't think the husband is as okay with yellow as I am.

So a half hour later I have white hair. And I'm quite happy. Because I have Santa hair. And I love Santa.

3 comments:

Diana Smith said...

I wanna see a picture of your white hair! You are daring!

The Lucas Gang said...

Did you take a picture of the yellow hair?

how to hill said...

I love your white hair! And the PINK! You are awesome.