The Dingo Ate Your Bloggie?

well shoot.

I had written you a very nice (and, of course, long and rambly) blog entry.

And then I previewed it, and it was excellent.

And then ... apparently ... I wandered away without saving and publishing. Yeah, because I'm new to this blogging thing. Uh huh.

so then I was 'reading' on the couch, and in my 'half'-asleep state my son asked if he could quit things and I said "yeah, sure, quit it all" and he said "it's asking if I want to save it" and - having done nothing that needed saving - I said, "no, I don't need it."

And, with that, your lovely reading material was gone.

And now I must recreate it, only half as clever as the first time. And, possibly, twice as rambly.

It was about my hair. Yeah, yeah, that again. I know. But if you had something better to do, you wouldn't be reading HERE anyway, right? So I shall proceed to ramble about my hair. It's okay if you wander off, seeing as I've already spent a long time explaining why I'm rewriting this less witty than before. I'm sure I'll still be here rambling when you get back.

And so.

remember when I said I was going to go gray naturally, and chopped off all the old henna, and just had gray hair?

and then I said I'd never dye it again.

and then I freaked out and thought maybe I would.

and then I came to my senses and decided I wouldn't.

and then ... well, we'll just say I didn't stay at my senses...

So I did that silly glaze I mentioned. (I won't surf for old entries unless you really want me to ... you don't really want links to them, do you?) Anyway, the glaze did little. Nearly nothing. The kind of nothing that you squint in the mirror and think maybe it's working because you really want it to work. Wishful thinking. After a few weeks of using it as directed (apply in shower, rinse out) I threw caution to the wind and started applying it more like a leave-in. Which was only slightly more color-glazing than the wishful thinking.

So then I tried a temporary "washes out in 6 washings" dye. I liked that. Only, if you color it once a week and it fades in between, your hair is always changing from dyed to gray and back again ...

So then I tried a temporary "washes out in up to 6 weeks" dye.

I think I liked that. Except the first day it seemed very startling and I was afraid it looked all fakey-dyed. You know, like Mrs. FnoGum in 8th grade English (whose hair would one day be solid maroon one day, solid brick red the next month). The children all asked, "Did you dye your hair?!" the day I died it. And at the park all my real life friends were strangely silent. Either because it was such a good job that they didn't notice, which seems unlikely since they already knew about my gray-bewailment, and judging by the children's reactions. So I figure it must have looked like a really horrible job that they were politely biting their tongues not to mention. Karen, Betsy, you were at Emerson that day, what did you think?

Aaaanyway, after a day or two that softened up a little and I've been pleased with that, and how it's slowly fading, no sharp dye-ends-here line.

So it's been not quite 4 weeks, I think, since then. Or is it not quite five? And I was looking at the little boxes of the striping-highlighting kids - you know, the ones that make the bold chunks of highlighting? Only it doesn't make sense to highlight half-gray hair, for one thing, and I don't want to do anything permanent, for another.

So instead I had this funky idea. I'd make cinnamon streaks.

I bought a box of the same stuff I'd used before, a warm medium/light auburn color called cinnamon something. I mixed just a little of it, in a measuring cup, and tried my best to apply it into chunky streaks at the part. Which is harder than it looks, especially the behind your head part.

Then, when I was all done, I couldn't find where I'd parted it, and so even though I tried to offset the chunky cinnamon streaks, I couldn't get it to look that way when done, it was like I kept parting down the middle of them. Hrm.

But anyway, I kind of like it. Especially if I did again with a little more practice. It was fun.

Wanna see?

Okay here's the top from the front:

And the top from the back, with my head tipped up:

What do you think?

Does that count as a mid-life crisis?