He might NOT be a beautician but...

I have to say I have a new love in my heart (and a good laugh) for my dear sweet husband. You see, I got the brilliant idea yesterday that I would recolor my hair MYSELF...yea, MISTAKE, especially since I have a very talented sister who is a beautician. Anyway, I put my too cute rubber gloves on and started coloring away. I carefully watched the time and at exactly 25 minutes I rinsed, conditioned, rinsed again and wrapped my hair tightly up in a towel. Everything was going just peachy until I took off the towel and the sun came out, and it was raining outside. Ahem. After my initial shock, and applying SPF 40, I thought well maybe it won't be so bad after I dry it. Then I thought maybe it won't be so bad after I fix it. Well maybe I was WRONG!

So, after the "I told you so" spill from my big sis I threw on a baseball cap and headed back to Wal-Mart for take two, only take two required not one but two more color kits. One for the desired color and one so I could have a cap to pull my hair through to help tame the sun with an eclipse. :) So I get back home, we eat supper by way of sun light, watch a movie and put the kids to bed so we could get started. Matt had agreed during my conversation with Amie that he would help with this process. So I pulled on my stylish new cap and gave my husband a bright and shiny and SHARP new hook to pull my hair through with and away we went. Well, after many bouts of throwing the hook down and something about a rat's nest (oh! and referring to my sister as CRAZY for her career choice) I knew something had to be done. So, with an aching scalp and a profound disgust the cap ended up back in the box only TWO HOURS after we had begun and a new ALL OVER color was applied. After examining my end result and deciding I could live with it I crawled into bed at 1 am.

All in all I think I have learned a few things:

* Never give your husband an excuse (and a weapon) to torture you.

* Light Blonde should really be named You Are My Sunshine Blonde.

* Pain is Beauty or Beauty is Pain...however that saying goes -- IT HURTS!!

* Next time I WILL be tortured, I mean pampered, by my sister instead.

* Finally. Matt might not be a beautician but the man loves me enough to try.

And here is the final result. What do you think?