There is no way I would have believed anyone if they had told me a year ago today I would attempt to dye my hair in a transient RV park somewhere around the West Coast. It had been quite a while since I played bathroom beauty parlor, and my roots showed it. With a full inch and a half of pure unadulterated Emmylou Harris, it was high time to head on over to the “Age Beautiful” hair color section of the local Sally Beauty Supply.
There are a few questions one must inwardly ask while attempting a covert operation as this. For example:
- How do I apply the dye when my RV bathroom is approximately 3’ x 4’ x maybe 6’?
- How do I bend down to look in the mirror without accidentally opening the bathroom door?
- How do I section my hair when I can’t really raise my arms over my head without hitting the ceiling?
These questions led me to think of other options:
- Schedule a salon appointment with an unknown person who I’ll never see again.OR
- Just do it in the RV Park bathroom. But that had questions too:
- How do I do this without anyone seeing me?
- How do I apply dye then walk across the campground back to RV to wait for my 30-minute root developing time, without
A. Staining a towel so I could hide my hair.
B. Looking ridiculous with a plastic bag on my head.
C. Having anyone pass by me while there was dark slimy goo dripping down the back of my neck and side of my face.
- Is this against park policy, and could I jeopardize our stay with my vanity?
I opted to take my chances, save money and go for the for the comfortable RV park bathroom. Gathering all materials: mixing bowl, root brush, dye & developer I made way to RV root eliminating room. Punching in the door code I began my stealth makeover. In just a few minutes I put the goop on my roots, covered my hair and went back to Little Miss without so much as a squirrel to notice me and hit my timer and continued with the process. The timer went off, I gathered the necessities for the shower and put a large plastic bag on my head to walk over to shower.
Of course, during this time, the Driver, while dealing with mechanical issues outside the bus, strikes up conversation with a stranger. With no way out of this situation, I must walk passed them. I place a very large bath blanket on top of my head, trying my best to be a nonchalant Carmen Miranda. I keep my head focused forward; the Driver makes a comment which I must acknowledge. By turning too quickly the towel falls to the side revealing garbage bag on my head with dark glop dripping. Thanks to me, stranger and driver have a deep hearty chuckle.
Next time, I will leave this to the pros…even if it is a pro I many never see again.