Ever wake up after a hard night’s sleep, take a gander in the mirror and immediately want to wave a white flag in defeat?
I gave up. Obviously.
Surrendering any hope for good lookin’ locks for the day, you know when you show face (or dark roots, rather) in public folks will be talking behind your back about what a trashtacular turn for the worst your looks have taken? How you’re letting yourself go? How you must be broke as the top three inches of your hair are shades darker than the rest of your locks?
“There’s Something About Mary” hair – only greasier.
OK, so I don’t generally go in public decked out like a dork. But I do often wake up longing for hair that magically grows a light blonde out of my scalp (instead, I have to visit my magician every six weeks) therefore alleviating the need for me to wash my hair every.single.day. If I miss a shampoo, I look like I have taken Crisco to my roots by noon.
How does one cover up the trashiness growing from her mane?
Here are a few remedies I’ve found work for my hair indiscretions.
#1. The Snooki
The Southern version of the Jersey Shore ‘do.
Requirements: two barrettes.
Objects may seem higher in the mirror than in actuality.
This overall style saves me 25 minutes of hair hell in the morning.
#2. The Bang
When I was bitching at work regarding my greasy, grimy mane, a girl turned around and said, “Just wash your bangs in the morning.”
No shit? Being blonde is hard work.
Full frontal cleanliness.
Requirements: shampoo and blow dryer. This version of “clean” hair saves me 20 minutes of primping.
#3. The Bret Michaels
Every hair has its thorn…
Requirements: scarf (and no ponytail the day/night before).
Talk dirty to me.
This is an ultimate time saver, as I can truly bounce out of bed, tie a scarf and go (but I have to remember to pack a Sharpie marker in my purse for all of the autographs I’m asked to sign while sporting this style), which saves me 30 minutes of hair agony.
#4. The Bun
This was an accidental oily hair cover-up, as I tossed my locks up in a bun one day at the beach. But when I realized it would stay put all day, the look was added to my dark root arsenal.
An accidental beach miracle.
Requirements: one scrunchie (yes I said a scrunchie – I’m too cheap to buy the bun sponge helper thing. But it doesn’t count as a scrunchie in public if you can’t see it. Ok? OK?!) and bobby pins.
Just dreaming of Jeannie and wishing I could grant wishes.
Behind the bun.
This ballerina remedy adds another 15 minutes to my day.
#5. The Hat Trick
Can’t tell I’m a slimy mess under the fedora, can you?
This is the simplest remedy of them all. Grab hat. Put on head.
Requirements: any kind of stylish head topper.
Playing hide and seek with the horrific dark roots.
This trick saves me 35 minutes of messing with my tresses.
After all of the five remedies above have been tried and tested over the 42 days between salon visits (minus the nerd look), it’s time to visit my miracle maker.
Getting blonder (but not smarter) by the second.
My roots breathe a momentary sigh of relief as I let them come out to play in all of their newfound blonde glory.
Back to blonde…for a little while.
If you happen to see me in any of the above states, you’ll know I’m either trying to eek out seven weeks between salon visits or avoid washing my hair (because I’m hung over, tired from a long weekend, hung over or just plain lazy).
It’s possible you won’t recognize me in all of my “I-swear-I-don’t-live-in-a-house-on-wheels-although-you’d-never-know-it-with-my-three-inches-of-visible-dark-roots” various, incognito giddy ups as you mistake me for Bret Michaels. Or any guest from the Maury Povich show.
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