Friday night I hosted a Mom’s Night Out for the other ladies in my homeschool group. We try to occasionally get together, sans children, for a night of laughing and chocolate. I made these brownies/bars and they were good, but I don’t think I’ll be rushing to make them every time I need a dessert.
(The following paragraph is bolded for some unknown reason. Little Boy pushed some buttons and I can’t get it to go back)
One of the other moms was sharing her recent venture into Walmart to buy hair colour. Apparently she’s been considering it for a while and was hoping to have the guts to buy it and go home and actually use it. Colouring one’s hair is a commitment because once one starts it’s quite difficult to stop, considering that the grey normally only gets worse in the intervening time.
As my friend stood in front of the hair colour, looking at all the different shades of brown, another shopper passed her in the aisle, pushing her cart. They didn’t make eye contact at all, but she said rather ominously “Once you go dark, you can never go back” and she continued walking past, not saying another word.
At this point in the telling, I started to wonder if God has sent her an angel in disguise in order to warn her about the inherent difficulties of colouring one’s hair.
My friend obviously thought so, too, because she chickened out and walked away.
After she told her story I brought out a couple of different hair colours that I had bought last week at Kmart when it was double coupon week, so I got them for about $2 each. I offered to just do it right then, even though it was 9:30 at night. For some reason I don’t understand she didn’t think that was a good idea.