I admit, when it comes to hair, I’m just a tad vain. That might surprise you after all my previous blog posts, however, it does fit with my motto, “If they don’t have what you need, want what they have.”
For years, during my 30’s my hair looked like s**t, mainly because I let my husband color it every 3 weeks with L’Oreal extra light ash blond, from a box. He’d ask me to sit on a kitchen stool with a towel wrapped around my shoulders and then gently massage the color onto the roots, using his special brush– no, not a paint brush. He became an expert at dabbing each row with goop and after twenty minutes, I felt like I had Marilyn Monroe’s hair color, without the looks. Imagine what ten years of this procedure did to my hair. It turned white and cracked like uncooked spaghetti. The same thing started happening in Belize, after only two months in the surf and sand. You can see the beginning of wild sun-damaged hair in the photo above.
So what about you? Are you vain when it comes to your hair? I don’t know if you can send a photo in the comments section, but if you can, I’d love a visual to go with your comment.
To the men. Have you colored your wife’s /girlfriend’s hair? I’m curious how many other men have done that.