One evening my husband mentioned that he thought that I would be a “knock out” with black hair. The next morning I thought about what he had said and determined to change myself into his femme fatale to surprise him when he came home that night. I went to the drugstore and purchased a name brand bottle of black hair dye. I followed the directions on the bottle to the letter, finished the process and wrapped my head in a towel. I could not wait to see the results in a mirror. When I pulled the towel from my hair, I stared in horror
I have always been a natural blonde and didn’t realize that I had stupidly miscalculated the action of the hair dye. An unfamiliar face peered back at me, framed by a soggy mass of gray-green hair. Some of the dye had run down my cheeks, making me look all the more like a side show freak. Frantically I ran to the phone. I was crying so hard that I could scarcely see to dial the number.
My sister, a registered nurse, knew nearly everyone in town. When she heard of my predicament, she said that she had a hair dresser friend whom she would call and would get right back to me. She was true to her word and within the half hour relayed to me her friends’ instructions. I was to heat a cup of olive oil until it was comfortably warm and then to massage it into my hair and scalp, covering every inch. This process should be followed by a thorough shampoo, If needed, I should repeat the olive oil treatment until my hair returned to its’ natural color.
My husband came home that night without a clue to my misadventure. I learned that day to be true to myself and not try to be something that I am not.