You'd think I'd know better by now, but I don't.
I've been feeling rather frumpy lately. Perhaps it's because I still haven't bought myself any new clothes. Perhaps it's because I seem to be afflicted with acne that rivals anything a teenager has. Perhaps it's because I turn cough40cough in two weeks. I feel like I look like the bedraggled mother of four that I am.
So I decided it would be a good idea to color my hair red.
When my husband saw me walk through the with the box of hair dye, he sighed and asked why I just couldn't do something sensible like get another tattoo.
I should know by now that coloring my own hair never goes well. Some sections end up a rich purple, others remain their usual mousy brown.
The good news is that I used temporary hair color, so it will fade out over the next few weeks.
And the next time I get a wild hair like this, I may just get a tattoo instead.