So, it's not unusual to see me strolling down the hair color aisle at my local beauty supply scanning the colors.
This week is Arizona's homeschool convention that I love and have attended for eleven years and wouldn't dream of missing because I get to talk and shop and learn and spend time with my husband and friends and stay downtown in a beautiful hotel and actually eat out for breakfast (can you even imagine?).
The facts that I have gray hair and the homeschool convention is this week both play significantly into this story. I've noticed in the past few days, there were too many grays for my comfort. And seeing as convention is this weekend, it seemed that this would be good timing for another trip to the beauty supply.
The trip was made, a beautiful color picked, it was carefully mixed, and I began applying this morning.
That's when disaster struck.
My beautiful white tile now has a tint of very lovely black/red-violet.
My hair was half-way done and my floor, cabinet, socks, legs and bathroom door dripping in hair color.
Can I just admit something right here, just between us? After I let out a shriek, I had to stand there for a minute trying to figure out if I should clean the tile or quickly wash out the color I had already put on my hair. I actually had to think about it.
If you see me walking around between workshops this weekend looking like Cruella de Ville, you'll know that the white tile won. And my hair didn't.
And that's what I get for being a vain homeschooling mother.