April 15, 2006

A Little Sister Rivalry

I was speaking to my sister, Morrigan, the other day. Now before I begin, Morrigan has been known to change the color of her hair on a whim. It cracks me up. Her hair is more of a natural auburn color, but she has been blonde, a red head, a brunette… and even black, although the black was not on purpose.

A little segue here… I can’t remember if I told this story.

She had very long hair. Her hair is curly, what I call Nicole Kidman hair. Women pay large sums of money to have hair like my sister has. So she decided to donate it to Locks of Love.

She did enormous research, kept her hair untreated and healthy for the entire time she was growing it out, and at the end, decided to go ahead and have it colored just a wee bit darker. It was OK with Locks of Love, according to what she’d read, if it was dyed darker, as long as it wasn’t damaged.

And the bonus to all of this was that some hair product company in NYC was having this big contest for Locks of Love, donate your hair and submit an essay on why you should win, and you could win a trip for two to NYC, and all sorts of cool things during the trip.

So Mo decides that she and I need this trip, and she is going to donate her hair, and *I* will write the essay and with my tremendous writing ability *cough cough* *hack hack*, we will surely win ourselves a most glorious trip to NYC. The two sisters let loose on the city of NY.

No pressure on me, of course.

So I played with words and stories. I kept telling her she had too much faith in me and I was suffering from a great writer’s block. The only stuff I could come up with was so awful, I could never send it.

And not awful as in poorly written, but as in… in poor taste. None of it is publishable on my blog, but I will say my favorite one was interviewing her ex boyfriends about her hair and what they thought of it and all her ex boyfriends I called by the names I still call them by: Bob the dickhead and Sam the f***head. See a trend? I thought so.

Anyway, I was saved from having to come up with the perfect essay, an impossible task, when she went to get her hair colored and something went wrong and she came back with it flat black. It was totally irreparable. It was dried out and broken and black. It looked as if someone had taken a brick of charcoal and rubbed it through her hair.

It was bad. Tragic. Bad. Good for me, however, as I wouldn’t let my kid sister down. You know, that whole hero worship thing and all. *cough cough* *hack hack* The fall from that ivory tower is mighty…

OK, so back to present day. Mo calls me and says she is going to get her hair dyed and that she noticed she is really graying.


So being her sister and full of sisterly love, and remembering her telling me over Christmas, “OH! People are lying to you! You ONLY THINK you have only eight gray hair, you are much more gray than that…”, the twerp, I said to her, “OH! You’re graying? Why, you’re only 35. Fancy that. I’m 40 and I only have 8 gray hair…”

To which she said once again that I knew not of what I spoke and in fact I am graying, I just am not aware.

And folks, I shall let you be the judge. I submit before you, in the extended entry, a rarity into itself, a picture of me. Yup. This was taken by my best friend from high school when she visited last week with Don Quixote (aka Mr. Smoochy Pants).

My hair is not dyed. That is the natural color. And I do believe we will see, that she may be the younger, fairer and prettier…. but *I* still have my raven colored hair! Ha!

Oh and in case you’re wondering. I was trying to hug Don Quixote goodbye while his Mama snapped the picture and he was done with me. The toleration meter had been pegged…

Me and Don Quixote.jpg

Posted by Boudicca at April 15, 2006 08:00 PM | TrackBack

Oh whatever, I can take a picture like that and no one can see the gray. I still have not dyed the hair, I've chosen to pluck...for now. Although, I have this great itch to go platinum blond and cut it short...wouldn't that be fun? Come on Bou- we'll do it togather while I'm down there. See you in a few!

Posted by: Morrigan at April 15, 2006 09:40 PM

You know, Mo, jealousy does not become you. *grin* We shall compare gray when you are down, have the boys count them out and I KNOW I'll come out on top.

I forgot you're coming to visit! Blog fodder!!!

No short platinum for me. I'd want my hair blacker...

Posted by: Bou at April 15, 2006 10:48 PM

While reading this, Tot came up and started pointing to the picture and saying Bou and Tater. Tater. Tater. Too funny.

Posted by: vw bug at April 16, 2006 07:17 AM

Aw shucks, Bou. You've got less gray than me, and I'm Mo's age. It's just not fair I tells ya.

Posted by: Johnny - Oh at April 16, 2006 09:12 AM

i like your hair : )

Posted by: amelie at April 16, 2006 11:29 AM

I started going gray in my early 30's (so did my m-o-t-h-e-r for that matter) - I think it's now mostly gray under the hair color. I'd look really terrible with that streaky gray hair look - thus I color it. If mine looked half as good as yours I wouldn't touch it.

Blast it - someone has the word m-o-t-h-e-r blacklisted...

Posted by: Teresa at April 16, 2006 02:07 PM

Great picture! You will have to post another when Morrigan talks you into going spiked and platnum blonde... ;)

Posted by: Richmond at April 17, 2006 12:24 PM

Yep! Got the hair right. Great pic! No one can tell how cute you really are. So when I met Mo at Eric's that wasn't her real hair color? Didn't see a bit of gray on either of you. I think both of you are bullshitting us. Both of you look five years (at least) younger than you really are.

Posted by: Denny at April 17, 2006 10:31 PM

40? In that picture you look about 16!

Posted by: Ogre at April 18, 2006 10:42 AM

Funny, I count 9 grays...


Posted by: Harvey at April 18, 2006 04:22 PM