Do it Yourself
The ending was disastrous though it started out just fine.
I don’t have anyone to blame. The fault was purely mine.
I thought I knew the way to do it but was surely wrong.
I should have heeded the advice my friends gave all along.
But my father was a Dutchman. I inherited his genes.
To figure out most everything, I think I have the means.
I made and hung the kitchen shelf.
I installed my towel bars by myself.
I patched the wall
and then, y’all,
fast as a wink,
unplugged the sink.
As you can see, I’m competent. Sufficiently sufficient.
In household matters A to Z I’m startlingly efficient.
But—
I guess I should have asked for help with my last operation,
for now I have to stay at home and feign I’m on vacation
lest every friend who sees me delivers an oration
about how I should read instructions,
not depend on pure deductions,
ask for help, request advice.
I heeded not, now pay the price.
The instructions that I never heeded
were probably the ones I needed.
The hair dye warning I failed to see
is in fact what ruined me.
For though I am really fond
of hair a lovely hue of blonde,
I fear I’m unfit to be seen
now that my hair’s a vivid green!
So for a few months I’ll be heard
by Skype or telephone or word,
but no one will ever see me
until repeated shampoos free me.
You do not have to say a word.
I know my actions were absurd.
I might have had lovely blonde locks
if only I had read the box!!!
The prompt today was disastrous. Image from the internet. Thanks, “Psycho!”
Hilarious. My DIY bathtub caulking resulted in a massive leak that pooled water in the basement. I’m not getting anywhere near my hair.
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Ha. Of the two I believe mine is the lesser disaster. Only vanity at stake. Not bathroom vanities!!!
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I’ve never colored my hair — I’ve always been afraid of it coming out green!
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My hair was green for my pledge formal in college. I’d try to dye it black and it turned purple. After repeated washings, I got it down to green. Learned my lesson.
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This is hilarious! My first wig was made of my own hair, cut a while earlier, following a medieval tradition. It was fine and looked beautiful until I decided to dye it dark red. I burned it, cap and all. Learned my lesson, as you say.
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But at least I hope you didn’t have a formal event to go to in that wig!
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In fact, I did, and I had to run out and get a synthetic one. Did you have to go to a formal event with green hair? I would love to see that!
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Yes. My pledge formal my freshman year in college.
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I hope everyone present had appropriate reactions
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I like the blue rinse … so popular in 1960’s now more updated, with silver tips … Cheers Jamie
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Ha.. Why aren’t there more little blue men to go with the little blue ladies?
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The blue men are bald … hehe Cheers Jamie
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Ha! But in Alaska, their scalps are blue.
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Yes, because it’s Alaska and they’re bald … Cheers Jamie
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OMG – A strong and powerful wake up call….your title is enough!!
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