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A Hair-Raising Adventure

Once upon a time, there was a not-so-little Chicky who wanted to go from a light blonde to something a little darker.

So, she drove to a beauty supply store, asked the knowledgeable employee what to get, and eagerly applied the color.

Something went wrong, though, and she wound up with goldish/yellowish roots…NOT good.

This Chicky was IRATE, let me tell you.

So, she convinced her super sweet Mama 😉 to go back to “said” store to buy another box of product.

Along the way, this Chicky stopped at the hairdresser and got her advice about what to buy and even called her from the store to clarify information.

The next day, this Chicky and her friend had another hair-dyeing adventure…but something went wrong…

This Chicky decided she needed to call in a professional.  Her father had mercy on her and donated money to the cause.

However, it was three days before this Chicky could get in to the salon.

Three fun days of explaining why her hair was green (did you know that green hair shows up especially well under the lights at church??).

The adventure turned out for the best when this Chicky came home after three hours in the hair chair.  She was sporting new highlights that were neither golden nor green.

This is not the Chicky in the story, but the color is similar.

And this Chicky lived happily ever after…

At least until it was time to color her roots…

In Style, Accidentally

Yesterday, while standing outside of my classroom waiting to greet my students, I overheard two young ladies (not my students) discussing something.

The conversation went like this:

Girl #1:  “I really like her hair.”

Girl #2:  “Who’s hair?”

Girl #1:  Points to me.

I had to insert myself into the conversation by asking, “You like my hair?”

I’ve been putting hot rollers in it lately…don’t ask me why…and it’s got a lot of bounce that I’m still not very confident about.

The conversation resumed…

Girl #1:  “Yes, it’s pretty.”

Me:  “Why, thank you!”

Girl #1, speaking to Girl #2:  “I like the way her hair is brown halfway down and then is blonde the rest of the way.  I’m gonna get my hair done that way.”

Me:  “Um…I didn’t do this on purpose.  It’s just my roots growing out.”



Apparently, two-toned hair color is the “in” thing now.

Who wouldda thunk that I would actually be in style…while the style was still in style…if you get what I’m saying.

This is a totally accidental thing.  I can assure you that if I’d tried to be in style, it would have backfired on me.

I Think I’ll Pay Next Time

We’ll subtitle today’s post “Soccer Chick Makes Another Attempt at Being a Hairdresser.”

Yesterday, Chicky welded scissors, treating Your’s Truly to a much-needed trim haircut.

She did warn me, however, that she probably didn’t cut it evenly, so she agreed to straighten my hair after church.  We figured that any mistakes would show up better…and boy did they!

First, the before picture, since some of you wanted to see how my hair looked after the cut…

My hair is a lot curlier than the picture shows.  I had just dried it to prepare it for the straightener.  Rooster’s response when he walked into the living room and saw my hair like this?

“Whoa!  That’s some big hair.”

Gee, thanks honey.  Way to make a mama feel good about herself.  I love you too, by the way.

But, I digress…

Chicky got to work, finishing a couple of layers before exclaiming loudly, “Oh my…”

Uh oh.

“Is it bad?” I asked.

She didn’t say anything, so I grabbed a small mirror…

You don’t need glasses to see a couple of problems near the bottom of my hair.

Most glaring was the huge chunk near the middle.  It was about an inch shorter than the rest.

Looking at the right side of my hair, you’ll notice that it’s longer than the left side.

Now, let me ask you a question.

How would you have reacted?

Would you have cried or yelled?

I am not your typical gal.

I laughed…

And laughed…

And laughed.

I saw Chicky’s face relax, and her eyes got a sparkle in them.

I instructed her to run get my camera.  I’m always thinking about my blog, you know.

She finished straightening my hair and then began the process of evening things out.

This was when I started holding my breath.

I tried to remind my self of my prenatal classes, when I learned to breath through the painful process.

Every whomp (that’s what thick hair sounds like when you cut it) made my heart sink.

While Chicky was cutting, one of her friends arrived at the house.  They had plans to go shopping, but Chicky had to finish what she was doing first.

The other friend, who I adore, took one look at my hair and said, “Oh my.”

Um, thanks, but that’s not exactly very reassuring.

And then I started laughing again.

The sight of two teenagers leaning over my head discussing how to “fix” it was hysterical.

The conversation went something like this:

“Chicky, what are you doing?” asked her friend.

“I’m fixing it,” Chicky responded (insert a DUH from me).

“No, you need to add texture,” her friend said.

“Does texture mean that you’re trying to hide the boo boos?” I asked.

“No,” she said, “I cut my dad’s hair all the time.  Trust me.  I know what I’m doing,” she said.

Um, okay, I think.

Back and forth they went until they were semi-happy.

The result?

Flash on (I couldnt decide which picture I liked better)

Flash on (I couldn't decide which picture I liked better)

Flash off

Flash off

Chicky did a terrific job with my hair, and she could charge big bucks by hiring herself out to straighten other people’s (just don’t cut their hair…they’ll sue).  She inherited my hair, so she has loads of experience with a Chi (that’s the brand of straightener).

In the end, I will probably go to a professionally-trained hairstylist next time.  In the meantime, I going to beg Chicky to straighten my hair for a while.  My hair is wayyyyyy big at this length, and I don’t really feel like reliving the 80’s.

A Hair-Raising Adventure

Today I had a bit of fun…and it involved color and hair…my hair, that is.

Oh boy, you’re probably wondering, what has Chicky gone and done today?

First, a little history lesson…

You see, many years ago, when the kids were little bitty things, I decided to have “fun” by highlighting my hair…on my own.

When I took the towel off of my hair, let’s just say that I almost had a mini-stroke.

My hair was platinum blonde…white almost.

I lived in an apartment, and my best friend lived on the third floor of my building.

I called her down, and she took one look at my hair and started laughing hysterically.

Then, she gave me her hairdresser’s number.

After explaining my hair emergency, the salon fit me in the next morning.

Murphy’s Law had a little fun with me…

Rooster decided to get sick enough that a visit to the pediatrician was in order…right before my hair appointment.

I donned a baseball cap and tucked as much hair under it as I could (and you know what a tough job this must have been given my massive amount of hair).  I was mortified when strands stuck out the front, and I blubbered excuses for my hair to a doctor who could not have cared one iota.

When I got to the salon, the owner sat me down in a chair and forced me to remove the hat.  How else was he gonna fix it?

I’m not sure if I heard snickering, but I think I definitely heard gasps.

He moved my hair this way and that and finally announced that he had located one small piece of hair that resembled, what he thought, my regular hair color.


I sat in his chair for two days.  The first day consisted of him re-dyeing my hair to a walk-around-able color.

The next day, he put in highlights and lowlights.

The total bill was $200.  For a stay-at-home mom with a bi-weekly food budget of $80, this was horrendous.

But, so was my hair.

Ever since then, I’ve stayed away from boxes of hair color.

Until today.

I love getting things for free and feel like it’s a crime to not take advantage of such an offer.

Enter in this…

Um, yeah…I know…it’s a box of hair color.

Hey, I’ve had over ten years to get over the other incident.

I got everything ready, deciding to use the English set of instructions.  Although I like challenges, this was not the time to see if I could sight-read in Spanish …

Next was my “before” photo, which I had to take by myself…

This is the kids’ bathroom (see the rubber duckies on the shower curtain).  I am so happy that I recently installed a removeable shower head thingy.  I was able to lean my head over the side of the tub to wet it.

I decided that since my hair is so thick and long, I’d put it in a shower cap, which I turned inside out…

I set the timer for 20 minutes.  I know that my hair is stubborn and needs more time to absorb the dye.

Then I rinsed, conditioned, and rinsed again.  Hair is, of course, darker when wet, so I can’t really tell a difference between the before and after photos…

The Mr. says the color is more like the second picture.

I’m hoping it will lighten in the next couple of days.

Coupon Queen (my mil) is trying to track down another $4 coupon.  I might try this again…with a lighter color.

At least it’s not purple!

What Smells?


That would be me…

If you’re smelling an Apple Cider Peppermint Patty.

No, I have not lost my marbles.

Well, actually, maybe I have.

It all started yesterday afternoon when I read Knitting Rose’s latest blog post.

You see, she’s decided to try a new thing…not using shampoo on her hair.  Go on…go read her post.  I’ll be waiting.


Ok.  So, you probably understand how my curiosity perked up.

For years, I’ve been concerned about the bad stuff that’s in beauty products.  In fact, I’ve experimented with different organic shampoos that didn’t contain sodium lauryl sulfate and sodium laureth sulfate.  You can read about these and other ingredients here.  Bad stuff, I tell you.  I found a couple of products I liked, but with my job situation, I’ve cut out the more expensive stuff from my budget.  Not to mention  that I’m a backslider and had begun to resort to mainstream grooming products.  And, quite honestly, I’ve been happy.

So, when I read Lise’s account of washing her hair using baking soda and a vinegar rinse, I was gung ho!  I was already planning a trip to Sam’s to buy the biggest vats I could find of vinegar and baking soda.

You know…I’m starting to feel a little like a hippie.  Must be the anniversary of Woodstock or something (NOT!).

Sorry…just a funny aside.

Now, just so you know, I don’t do anything without researching the heck out of it first.  I googled to my heart’s content last night.  Apparently we’re not the only hippie-wannabe’s in this world.  In fact, according to one website, people used to use baking soda and vinegar quite regularly…before all of the commercial products came out.  You can check out this link and this link and this link if you want.  Interesting reading, I tell you, if you’re into this sort of thing.

I have naturally curly hair that tends to be on the dry side, so I made special note of these concerns.  A couple of sites mentioned using coconut oil or honey as a “conditioner.”  I have used coconut oil before.  It’s a little different, but most organic stuff is.

So, this morning I was all set.

Baking soda.


Apple cider vinegar.


I made up my baking soda paste.  Mine was a little watery, but for my first time, it was passable.

I then mixed up a batch of diluted apple cider vinegar water, adding 1/4 cup of vinegar to 1 3/4 cup water.

I followed the instructions I’d read and massaged my scalp with the baking soda.  I rinsed with warm water.

Then came the fun part.

Rinsing with the vinegar mixture.




The smell was very strong.

I figured it would dissipate just like my white vinegar does when I clean.


I decided I would be brave and leave the rinse on my hair.  One website had comments where people do this regularly.




I got out of the shower wondering how long it would take for the smell to go away.  Would it stick to my hair towel?  Would my towel smell tomorrow when I needed to use it again?

I dressed, brushed out my hair, and applied makeup.  Just because I smelled like a pickle didn’t mean I had to look like one.

And then I did the unthinkable.

I went out in public.

With my hair still smelling.

My city is small.  I only had a few errands to run, so I knew I wouldn’t be in the car very long.

Let me just tell you that I just about gagged while I was sitting in the car.

That’s how bad I smelled.

Coupon Queen called to tell me about a fabo coupon, but all I could think about getting this awful smell off of me.

So I told her the story.

And she laughed…

And laughed…

And laughed.

And still I drove.

Thankfully, the bank was a drive-thru stop.  Phew!  The money machine keeps secrets well, let me tell you.

On to…gasp…the grocery store.  Rooster went to the orthodontist yesterday, and he is now sporting new chains across the top of his mouth (if you’ve had braces, you know what I’m talking about) along with sore teeth.  Ice cream was in order.

I cannot tell you how self-conscious I was the entire time I was in there.

I glanced furtively around me.  Were people staring?  Why was the lady in front of me looking at me.  Was she wondering if I had bathed in vinegar?

Thank goodness for manners.  Nobody said a thing.

I got back in my car and discovered that the smell had permeated the seats.


I still had a few more stops.

On to the dry cleaners to pick up Chicky’s comforter.  There was no drive-thru service.  Thank goodness I had the correct change.  I made a speedy exit.

I was so distracted by the smell that I forgot to run two errands.  All I could think about was getting home.

You see, I knew that I had this…

That, my friends, is Peppermint Oil.  It’s divine…in small doses.

I shook some out in my hands and applied it liberally to my hair.


If you’ve never used essential oils, let me tell you…they are potent.  A little goes a long way.  A lot goes way too far.

By this time, Chicky had arrived from her babysitting job to grab a couple of coupons for lunch.  She took one look smell at me and backed away.

“Mama, what smells?”

I started laughing.

“Mama, you smell like a Peppermint Patty.”

“If you think I smell bad, go stick your head in the car.  You’ll be glad I only smell like a Peppermint Patty.”


I’m not sure if I did something wrong or if people actually get used to smelling like this.

I, for one, have no plans to get used to it.

In fact, I am so glad that I didn’t try this out on a Sunday morning before church!  I can only imagine the looks I would have gotten there!  There would have been a lot of people coughing their way through the worship songs, that’s for sure.


I am going to try this again, only this time I am going to use a lemon juice rinse I read about.  No more vinegar for me, unless I can get some fruity smelling stuff.

And all I can say is that I’m glad I didn’t buy ten gallons of vinegar at Sam’s!

Oh boy…I’m off…to add more oil to my hair.  The vinegar smell is so potent that it’s worked its way through the peppermint.

If my makeup didn’t look great right now, I’d hop back in the shower.


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