I used to post a blog on here about memories of my mamaw. I haven't posted anything in a very long time. I ran across this post in a online journal of mine. Thought I would share. Hope you get a laugh out of it.
Mamaw had red hair, not your basic carrot top hair, mamaws hair was auburn. Dark , rich auburn, almost the color of deep mahogany wood.
Mamaw always said she wished of her 16 grand kids had inherited her hair color, but not one ever did, that is until…… at the age of 14 I got a wild hair and bought some auburn hair dye and went in the bathroom to see what would happen. I had ginger brown hair already with red highlights but thought it would be fun to try dying it.
I had a very understanding mom that went along with what I was doing. (because she thought I was buying the temp hair color that washed out after 4-5 hair washes) LOL I bought permanent.
When I came out mom really liked it she said it was really pretty on me.(she still thinks it’s temp) So off to mamaws we went. When I walked in the door mamaws mouth flew open and she was dumpfounded. “ What did you do, that is almost the same color my hair used to be. Honey don’t ever change it, it is so pretty on you. I am so happy”. Well no time like the present… so I told her and mom that it was permanent dye I had used and it wouldn’t wash out. Mom didn’t get mad she liked it to.
So from 14 till I finally gave up the battle of fighting gray roots I had auburn hair. Most everyone thought it was my natural color. Even family members started forgetting that I had died it for years.
There was the one time though that I went to get my dye and they were out of the color I used (Lady Clarol 44r) so I looked around the shelves and picked up something called…. Crimson Torch. It looked close but was a different brand. That and the fact I picked up the wrong peroxide (I got 30 volume instead of 20) I went home and dyed my hair. When I got done OMG but I packed up Amber then about 4 and went to moms house. It was a bright sunny day. Did I mention I had a very tight perm in my hair at the time also.
Well mom was out side and I could almost see her laughing as I walked up. She said “what in the world did you do to your hair.” I told her and she said “well I could see you coming for a mile, almost blinded me” all the time trying to control her laughter. “you look like bozo the clown coming up the drive” leave it to mom to be truthful. I DID look like Bozo the clown. LOL I had to laugh to keep from crying.
So off to Sally’s I went to find more dye and get the right peroxide. (I got several funny looks while out and about) I came home and redyed my hair. The lady at Sally’s told me not to leave it on to long because I had just dyed it and had the perm it might burn my hair. Believe me at that point I didn’t care if it fell out, as long as it wasn’t Crimson Torch anymore.
When I got older I had a white streak that came in my hair, right up in the upper right side of my hair line.( I had got knocked into a set of parralell bars in gym 4th grade, during a game of dodge ball. I had a very large goose egg there and I think it may have damaged the hair folicals there. Because that is where my hair went white.) Any way I started wrapping it in renolds wrap so dye couldn’t get to it and left a long white stripe with the auburn.
One day we, me and mom were eating out and the waitress said” Oh honey I love the white streak you put in your hair, how did you do that. I laughed and said God put that there the rest is from a bottle. We all laughed.
Jim has been very good about my hair over the years. So many of my friends would say there husband wouldn’t let them do this or that with there hair. Jim on the other hand never knew what I was going to come home looking like next. He always said “It’s your head, do what you want and it will always grow back and I love you know matter what.” I went though a time where I couldn’t find a hair cut I liked. I think I kept him on his toes. LOL and he got a lot of good laughs with me over bad haircuts.