And we’re back for Week 3 of the No Matter What Game. To find out more about it, see details below the post.
G: You’re on holiday. You go for a swim in the pool. Later that evening you notice the bottom half of your hair has turned green. What do you do? 🙂
P: Gillian has been on holiday this past week and I wondered if this happened to her. She said it happened to her daughter and apparently the antidote is tomato ketchup.
This reminds me of a little incident that happened to Bob just before leaving for Arizona a few years ago. He has a buzz cut and, curiously enough, when his hair gets too long it starts growing in a pattern that resembles the cut popularized by Julius Caesar.
I insist that he let me cut his hair since it’s my idea of an intimate Patrick Swayze/ Demi Moore making pottery moment like in the movie Ghost. I’m pretty sure Bob feels like a new recruit entering boot camp saying sayonara to his freedom and any chance of having a good hair day again in his lifetime.
Having said this, he’s pretty trusting that not much can go wrong with the guard on. And though he asks me every single time whether the guard is on, this day he did not.
His hair was exceptionally long (for him) and I knew we had a problem the moment I took the first swath down the middle of his head.
“Wow,” I remarked. “This seems super short.”
Then came the question, “Do you have the guard on?”
“Interesting that you should ask. Oddly enough, I do not. I’m sure i can just blend it in.”
“I’m sure you can’t. But I can wear a cap. No problem.”
Spoken just like the guy on The Bachelorette who let the girl do some whack job hair cut on him and then acted like he didn’t mind having it broadcast on national television. (Not that I watch that show, but my niece does and happened to be visiting when that episode was on. I think I needed so see it to remind me I have the real deal with Bob.)
Had the situation been reversed, like the time I got a few moles removed from my face right before going to a Michael Bublé concert, leaving me with Band-Aids all over my face so when Michael came down from the stage and into the crowd and saw a woman with Band-Aids all over her face he was temporarily shocked into silence, I might have reacted differently.
It’s unsettling when the outside image doesn’t match what we know to be true on the inside. That happens to me frequently. I feel all frisky and perky like I’m twenty-something and then I happen to catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and wonder, “Who’s that woman?”
But here’s the deal. I love being the age I am, no matter what I say to the mirror on those days when I haven’t had enough sleep, fun, or fiber and it shows.
I love the wisdom that comes with having been around for a while and understanding how things work, how quickly things can change, and how I can choose to accept things or let them completely freak me out.
I will now answer the question because when Bob was proofreading what I wrote so far and gave me permission to print a story that involved him, he pointed out I hadn’t answered the question. So, here goes.
If it really upset me, I would find a professional to help me remedy the situation. Of course, being on holiday throws a kink into the mix. We all know how long it takes to find a hair stylist who gets us and how much longer it takes to trust them to color our hair.
However, in this case, I’d have to trust someone. Either the person on Wikipedia who posted the ketchup antidote or the stylist at the nearest salon. I’d go with the stylist. Unless his or her hair was also green.
I’d love to hear your comments below. If you’d like to play along just answer the prompt in your own words and leave them in the comments below or keep them to yourself in a journal. If you’d like the world’s best coach Gillian to send you your own set of daily prompts, contact her at www.gillianpearce.com.