Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures

I'm a graphic designer. More so in my past life than now, where I'm focusing more on my paintings. But I still have all the groovy supplies, including a really sweet Mac with a giant screen, and hundreds of magic markers.

This can come in handy. Like when our cleaning people (no longer employed here) walked down the newly-carpeted stairs with a bottle of leaky, bleach-infused toilet cleaner. We came home from vacation to these horrifying glow-in-the-dark drizzle-spots on the stairway (which just happens to be right in the front entry).

Never-you-mind. Designer to the rescue! I carefully selected a blend of three markers -- a gold, an olive green, and a grey -- and the spots completely disappeared. Until we shampooed the carpets a couple of weeks ago. Then I had to duplicate my efforts. But no one would ever know.

So this week I have another problem. I have roots. My hairdresser just bought a new salon and spends most of her time fixing it up. Instead of fixing me up. She can't get me in until next week. Meanwhile the roots continue to grow...so....Designer to the rescue! I carefully selected a blend of ash, brown and gold. And colored them in with magic marker!

It worked. Until I shampooed my hair. Never mind that it cost me nothing. This could become very tedious.

I also have nightmares that maybe my hairdresser has a blog, too.
And now she's going to blog about ME: "Guess what?! I have this crazy client who came in for a cut and a color, and it turns out she got impatient and covered her roots with MAGIC MARKER!"

So what? Everyone on the internet already knows. :)