With brown hair.

I will just write a post to tell you that I had a good day and that I have brown hair. I won't get into the nitty gritty of the day too much, because I have to let it all sink in and find it's place and I'm to high and slightly manic now to produce a serious post about serious subjects. Part of the reason I am slightly manic now is that I forgot a dose of medications this afternoon and the subsequent dose I took hasn't gotten me down enough yet, so I have to take another one. I will go do that right now.

So anyway, after a quite heavy duty session with my psychiatrist, he asked me if I was going to do anything nice for myself, because he thought that was necessary, and I said that yes, I was going to color my hair. It was an idea that I had thought of in the morning when I saw another woman with short hair like mine who had gone from a blond to a brunette and I really liked it. I assumed I would look good with brown hair because of the color of my eyes and the coloring of my skin. So when I left my psychiatrist, I stopped by the drugstore and bought the hair coloring and I had a lucky day, because I got two boxes for the price of one, so I can do the next job for free. That will assure me that I keep it looking good.

When I got home, I read the instructions well, although they are always the same, but you never know if they are going to change them some day. I put on my brave shoes and mixed the solution and applied it to my hair and waited 30 minutes. It had turned a very dark brown when I got ready to shampoo it, but I assumed everything was well. I really lathered it up well to get all of the solution out of my hair properly and rinsed my hair very well and applied the conditioner and let that sit for a few minutes. My hair was very dark because it was wet and I thought that maybe it was too dark. But when I rinsed the conditioner out and dried my hair really well with a towel, I could see the real color and it was perfect. It was just the way I imagined it would be.

What I forgot to buy is a shampoo for brown hair and before I wash my hair, I want to go back to the store and buy that. I don't want to ruin the color with just any shampoo. I do want to treat my hair right and make the color last as long as possible. I'm so pleased with how this turned out that I'm going to keep this color for awhile and it's so nice and shiny looking that I want to try and keep it that way too.

Anyway, that was my successful adventure in hair coloring. You pay forty Euros for that at the hairdresser. My sister called while I was mixing the solution and she wanted me to come over when I was done with my hair, so the dog and I walked over there for our evening walk. She liked my hair and thought it suited me well and I can only agree with her. Even my nephew liked it and he is fifteen, so that's saying a lot.

At creative therapy I got the painting from one creative space to the other and worked on it all morning. For some reason it is easier for me to work on paintings where I am on Mondays and Fridays. The tables are higher and the light is better, I think. It must be that those things make the difference. I got a lot done and it's going faster than I had anticipated.

I'm coming down off my high now. The medication is working and I'm becoming quite normal again.

I'm going to change into my pajamas and get comfortable and watch television. This was just a short post about my hair. A short silly post about my hair.

Have a good night, don't let the bed bugs bite and all that...

Ciao,
Irene