Happy Birthday Norma Jean!

My favorite blonde would have celebrated her 82nd birthday yesterday and I completely missed it because I was too busy drinking pink wine 'til all hours of the morning at Eastern Standard.

Incidentally, the reason I've been drinking pink wine is because I'm working on a story about it for the Second Glass. But that's just me turning a recent obsession into a productive tax-time write off. I've loved rose since I realized that it's different from blush wine, but for some reason since the weather turned warm this year I've been obsessed.

And every time I reach for a glass of the stuff I imagine that I'm living in a world where the color scheme of this video clip is the backdrop. A pink set. A pink dress. I care less about the 20 or so men in the background sporting tuxedos. I am far more pleased by the idea of feeling as though you are hanging out inside a big pink cupcake.

I'll bake some in memoriam and honor for you tomorrow, Norma Jean. Happy Birthday!

the pink spot

While curling my hair today I noticed what appears to be a faint swath of pink the stretches in a two-inch band across my hair.



Can you see it? Probably not, as this crappy, low-res image was taken with my camera phone.

I'm not sure if this "pink patch" is being impressed upon my hair by my curling iron (which has this weird pink blotch on it, a spritz of hairspray gone terribly awry), or if it's the natural hue of my horribly over-processed hair peeking out from beneath layers of corrective color.

When Jason made me blonde again eight months ago, there was this very precarious period between process 1 and process 2 where my hair was three different colors: albino white at the roots, orange-y blonde at the bottom, with a two inch swath stretching around the crown of my head that was salmon pink. Literally the color of a nice piece of wild Alaskan salmon.

Jason then processed the hair one more time, restoring the overall hue to a nice, normal looking ash blonde. I walked out of the salon and only people who witnessed the pink phase were any wiser. But I've wondered about that pink spot ever since. How did it get there? Why exactly did it appear? What did Jason do to make it go away?

And now, has it somehow been resurrected?