Last week I looked in the mirror and I thought
"Jeeezus Louise, you might be living in India, but there is no need to look like a hippy".....
Two and a half weeks ago, pre-departure, I had tried in vain to get a hair appointment to have my ever sprouting grey hairs covered. GUTTED. No hair appointments available but to be honest, I was so caught up in everything else I just forgot about it and decided it wasn't the right thing to get stressed about. WRONG.... Two weeks later... I have DISGUSTING wiry grey hair multiplying by the day and I look like one of those 'new-age' women who scrape their dark hair back, but right there, RIGHT THERE in the middle of your natural parting (and nowhere else, just where everyone can see them) are an ever expanding number of curly grey hairs heading for the sky. GROSS.
So, I had no option but to head to the shop and buy a hair dye. Being a 'home hair dye virgin' I was a little bit concerned about a) what colour to get and b) actually dying it myself and probably ending up with patchy colour. Enter Simone.
The last thing I wanted was to end up looking like Morticia Addams, but against my better judgement I went with the darker colour that Simone assured me was closest to my colour.. I couldn't actually see the colour in the shop against my hair as it is now too short..
We came home, I disappeared to the bathroom and applied the dye... Oh good God, I had hair dye EVERYWHERE. Up my arms, all over my face, down the back of my neck and ALL OVER THE BATHROOM..
"Simone"
Silence
"SIMONE"
silence
"S I M O N E"
"What?"
"COME HERE NOW"
So he cleaned me up, and told me I was VERY lucky this was not at my parents house... For those of you who know my Dad.......................... :) Fake tan is enough to send him in to a frenzy, let alone hair dye.
So; bathroom clean, Lou Lou clean, Simone covered in hair dye.. Time to have a cup of tea.
It said to leave it on 15 minutes, but what with my unruly greys I decided it better to leave it on a bit longer, I'd be well peeved if after all that trouble, the greys were still there....
Voila... To my surprise, the colour was fine... dark brown hair with 100% grey coverage. Happy.
Today, Simone is on call again, but this morning we went to work together as he had a 'late start' in theatre. This means 0730am. I had to walk home by myself, and to be honest, at 4pm after a long hard day at work ;) I find my patience wearing thin with the amount of people staring at me. I found myself with inner rage, boiling to the surface and wanting to shout "PISS OOOOOOOOOFFFFFF" like Will from the Inbetweeners when he calls Neil's dad a 'bumder'..... If you haven't seen that episode, please watch it. Seriously, the amount of men on motorbikes who were doing a 180 to get another look... I'm considering putting an advert in the Bangalore gazzette
"White girl living in Bommasandra, on show 1st feb for 2 hours, after which anyone found gawking will be subject to a tirade of verbal abuse" I mean fair's fair.
I have also discovered a new fear on this journey home. SO many cars/trucks drive by with their windows open and men usually hanging out of them. I have become TERRIFIED that one of them is going to take the opportunity to spit, and it's going to land right in my face.... I'm not saying they would directly mean to spit on me, because I really don't think they would... but there is such a thing as being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The picture is for Peggy :)
Tomorrow we get a day off.... for Republic day, yipppppeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee :)
Oh and today I walked past 2 nurses (in green) that I have never met before
"Good morning ma'am"
"Good morning"
"Have you had breakfast?"
FFS
Namaste xxxxxxxxxxxxx
"Jeeezus Louise, you might be living in India, but there is no need to look like a hippy".....
Two and a half weeks ago, pre-departure, I had tried in vain to get a hair appointment to have my ever sprouting grey hairs covered. GUTTED. No hair appointments available but to be honest, I was so caught up in everything else I just forgot about it and decided it wasn't the right thing to get stressed about. WRONG.... Two weeks later... I have DISGUSTING wiry grey hair multiplying by the day and I look like one of those 'new-age' women who scrape their dark hair back, but right there, RIGHT THERE in the middle of your natural parting (and nowhere else, just where everyone can see them) are an ever expanding number of curly grey hairs heading for the sky. GROSS.
So, I had no option but to head to the shop and buy a hair dye. Being a 'home hair dye virgin' I was a little bit concerned about a) what colour to get and b) actually dying it myself and probably ending up with patchy colour. Enter Simone.
The last thing I wanted was to end up looking like Morticia Addams, but against my better judgement I went with the darker colour that Simone assured me was closest to my colour.. I couldn't actually see the colour in the shop against my hair as it is now too short..
We came home, I disappeared to the bathroom and applied the dye... Oh good God, I had hair dye EVERYWHERE. Up my arms, all over my face, down the back of my neck and ALL OVER THE BATHROOM..
"Simone"
Silence
"SIMONE"
silence
"S I M O N E"
"What?"
"COME HERE NOW"
So he cleaned me up, and told me I was VERY lucky this was not at my parents house... For those of you who know my Dad.......................... :) Fake tan is enough to send him in to a frenzy, let alone hair dye.
So; bathroom clean, Lou Lou clean, Simone covered in hair dye.. Time to have a cup of tea.
It said to leave it on 15 minutes, but what with my unruly greys I decided it better to leave it on a bit longer, I'd be well peeved if after all that trouble, the greys were still there....
Voila... To my surprise, the colour was fine... dark brown hair with 100% grey coverage. Happy.
Today, Simone is on call again, but this morning we went to work together as he had a 'late start' in theatre. This means 0730am. I had to walk home by myself, and to be honest, at 4pm after a long hard day at work ;) I find my patience wearing thin with the amount of people staring at me. I found myself with inner rage, boiling to the surface and wanting to shout "PISS OOOOOOOOOFFFFFF" like Will from the Inbetweeners when he calls Neil's dad a 'bumder'..... If you haven't seen that episode, please watch it. Seriously, the amount of men on motorbikes who were doing a 180 to get another look... I'm considering putting an advert in the Bangalore gazzette
"White girl living in Bommasandra, on show 1st feb for 2 hours, after which anyone found gawking will be subject to a tirade of verbal abuse" I mean fair's fair.
I have also discovered a new fear on this journey home. SO many cars/trucks drive by with their windows open and men usually hanging out of them. I have become TERRIFIED that one of them is going to take the opportunity to spit, and it's going to land right in my face.... I'm not saying they would directly mean to spit on me, because I really don't think they would... but there is such a thing as being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The picture is for Peggy :)
Tomorrow we get a day off.... for Republic day, yipppppeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee :)
Oh and today I walked past 2 nurses (in green) that I have never met before
"Good morning ma'am"
"Good morning"
"Have you had breakfast?"
FFS
Namaste xxxxxxxxxxxxx
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