Loosely translated, this means run for it! This is NOT going to be easy, nor will it be fun! You are entering female territory, so check your testosterone at the door.
|Don't let the product name fool you.|
Yep. We colored her hair. It's times like this that I absolutely adore my mother-in-law, more so than usual, of course. (Please come home, Ginga!)
Anyway, we started by mixing the bottles. Easy enough. Then, I had to slip on the little plastic gloves. Allow me to emphasize the word 'little.' They didn't fit.
"Don't worry about them," she said. "Now, part my hair in even strips. Apply the contents, then you're going to work it into my hair."
I was doing a great job. Two parted strips later, I was plugging along.
"If you take much longer, you'll reach the expiration date on the bottle, honey," she said.
I immediately picked up my pace. However, it's hard to color hair and hold your nose at the same time. Man, that stuff can burn holes in your sinuses!
"Be careful," she said. "My hair, not my scalp. You have to do it evenly all over. When mom does it, she piles my hair straight up on my head. Please don't get it on my skin."
First of all, careful is my middle name. Secondly, I've never been able to part my own hair evenly. Third, I'm not her mother. And fourth... Wait!
Skin? It's dangerous to skin? I began worrying about my hands. Now where did I put those gerbil-sized gloves?
After 10 panic induced minutes of frantic (but thorough) hair wetting and coloring activity, I washed my hands, set the timer for 25 minutes and ran.
The timer went off approximately 14 hand washes later. Luckily, my wife seemed to have no more use for me in coloring process.
Hair color, $12
New rubber gloves, $9.50
Replacement hand soap, $3
Ginga coming home early from vacation, priceless!