I was blissfully unaware I was caught in the throws of my most embarrassing moment last Sunday when I attended a cocktail party at a friend’s home.
It was worse than when I went to the grocery store dressed in a hoodie straight from the dryer and had a bra dangling down my back!
There were hundreds of people at the party and I thought I was sparkling. In truth, I was experiencing a melt down that horrified me when I got home and began to take off my make-up.
Last Sunday it was an unseasonably 80 degrees and I was needing a root touch up on my “naturally blond” tresses.
Normally these two realities would not be connected but a friend had introduced me to a product called “Tween Time.” It’s a tube of brownish stuff you can rub on your roots to hide the gray until you can get to the hairdresser.
In the sweltering heat, I kept mopping my brow and when I arrived home I had streams of black oozing down both sides of my temples, all the way to my chin on one side.
And. No. One. Told me! I called my hairdresser Monday morning and demanded an appointment immediately. One of these days I’m going to give it up and go gray.