Dumb Things I Have Done

               Believe me, I did not look this great

Oops!

When I was thirty-five and teaching History at a Christian School in Hermosa Beach, CA, I decided I needed to start coloring my hair. It never occurred to me that the hair color would blend with my natural color to make the final hue. In my case, maroon!

Let's Get Down to History

I'd spent my last four dollars on the hair color, so couldn't go back to the store for more and color over the boo-boo that looked like a chrysanthemum in bloom. When I walked into the school building Monday morning, several kids asked, "Did you color your hair, Mrs. L?" Finally, I made an announcement to the whole class: Yes, I colored my hair, that's why it looks so fruity, remember this when you get gray hair and learn from my mistake, now let's get down to History.

Have you ever had a hair coloring snafu? How did you fix it?

I Did Another Dumb Thing

My post entitled I Did a Dumb Thing was so popular that I decided to do it again. The post, not the dumb thing. If I can continue to do dumb things, I may even make it a regular feature of the blog...



Believe me, I did not look this great



Oops!

When I was thirty-five and teaching History at a Christian School in Hermosa Beach, CA, I decided I needed to start coloring my hair. It never occured to me that the hair color would blend with my natural color to make the final hue. In my case, maroon!

Let's Get Down to History

I'd spent my last four dollars on the hair color, so couldn't go back to the store for more and color over the boo-boo that looked like a chrysanthemum in bloom. When I walked into the school building Monday morning, several kids asked, "Did you color your hair, Mrs. L?" Finally, I made an announcement to the whole class: Yes, I colored my hair, that's why it looks so fruity, remember this when you get gray hair and learn from my mistake, now let's get down to History.

Have you ever had a hair coloring snafu? How did you fix it?

What About YOU? When Clothes Become Friends

Today's What About YOU question? Do you have items of clothing you think of as friends?

As I type, I am wearing a pair of baggy pants splashed with bright red Hawaiian flowers on a black background. They shout, they sing, they hula dance in the street. But they are comfortable, and I need that on days I color my hair (shhhh! Don't tell!!!).

I also have on a ratty, paint-stained, once-black sweatshirt with "I'M BLESSED" across the front in rainbow block letters. I never wear this out in public, or I might be arrested by the Classy Clothes Police.

What About YOU? Have you a secret garment or two that you heart like a friend?
Please tell.