So, you might remember the offhand note in a recent post about coloring my hair. It went a little something like this:
“And I am going to bleach my hair until it’s really blond. Do any of my frumsters out there do crazy ass stuff with their hair since no one can see it?”
Which prompted a barrage of e-mail on how I’m not supposed to do this while we’re counting the omer. For the record, I’m coloring it, not cutting it, and have been told by a Rav this is okay. Thanks though for your fears for my immortal soul.
Moving right along. The picture on the box was of a Cameron Diaz-esqe color. That is not quite what I got out of it.
The color my hair adopted was not something seen in nature. As the not-so-subtle hubby put it:
“Is that what they meant by blond?”
So I spent motzi shabbos rectifying the situation. It is browner now. Not what it was before, but I no longer look like a two-bit whore either. Baby steps, I guess you could say.
In other news, I took my last BCP. Hopefully this means my tryst with the Pepto will soon be at an end. Stims start on Friday, so it should make for an eventful weekend!
Check back with me tomorrow when I (finally) answer all the e-mail and comments. There will be some other big news too, or so we hope.