… almost. Well, kinda. Tell me people, do you think that The Pioneer Woman has ever gotten stuck halfway through a head change?

It all started on Wednesday. My roots were screaming at me, I was a little down in the dumps from being soooo broke and I decided a head change was in order. If I can’t change what’s goin’ on inside, I might as well change the outside, eh?
Can you imagine Ree Drummond scrambling through a box of old beauty products (despite Shelly’s warnings about the dangers of using old beauty products- yikes!) to come up with a motley assortment of stuff to put on her hair?? At home?? Hahaha… let’s “keep it real”, shall we?
Anyway, your lil ol’ Thornie, aka the Anti – Pioneer Woman, was goin’ for it, come hell or high water! I came up with an old box of blond highlights with no toner or cap, a bottle of Loreal “copper fury” tint with no directions, a box of $.99 Store Dark Brown and… Eureka! A dusty bottle of 30 volume creme developer! (We won’t even go into the Manic Panic pinks and greens and the Electric Shock blue I found – I guess I didn’t need that drastic a change!).
Halfway through my head change plan I got a surprise.
Company!
I told you about my surprise visitors? They stayed for 2 days.
I have been wandering around Pair – O – Dykes Ranch for four freaking days like this! Company, chores, tattoos… Some time around day 2 I began channeling Jeff Foxworthy and I just couldn’t shut him up.
You might be the Anti – Pioneer Woman, if…
you greet and entertain surprise company with a half bleached, wet head with no toner on it.
You might be the Anti – Pioneer Woman, if…
your own version of The Marlboro Man (in my case, the GirlyBoi) grumbles and whines “I can’t do this” as she pulls your hair and spatters stinging chemicals on your skin while you are slapping at her hands yelling “Not like that!”
You might be the Anti – Pioneer Woman, if…
you use up all the aluminum foil in the pantry while doing your hair.
You might be the Anti – Pioneer Woman, if…
you bleach your hair wearing a white “wife beater” with a black bra!
You might be the Anti – Pioneer Woman, if…
you have to rinse your hair in the tub and…
the best photo you can get of yourself looks like this:
And finally…
You might be the Anti – Pioneer Woman, if…
four freaking days later you are still wondering when you can get to phase two of the Great Head Change Project!
It’s true… I am The Anti – Pioneer Woman!
So what do you think? I’ll just betcha Ree Drummond never gets stuck halfway through a head change!
Jest keepin’ it real in Thornesworld… peace, out!








7 comments for this post
Oh. My. God. You crack me up! I needed that laugh today. Except that I just fell out of my chair. I was just wondering…do you suppose Ree has any tattoos?
You are absolutely hilarious. I damn near spit peanuts out my nose (much more painful than coffee, highly unadvisable).
Hope the hair thing works out for you.
OMG, Thorne..this is hysterical! “…you use up all the aluminum foil in the pantry while doing your hair.” Priceless!!! You’re very brave, woman! I’ve turned my hair orange (pumpkin?) using brand new products! The things we are forced to do to stay gorgeous, I swear! Love this post! Thanks for the smiles!
Hilarious head change. Thanks for a great laugh. The next time I’m in a similar emotional place and pick up the scissors to “cut my hair”, you can stop by to point and guffaw at the results.
You are brave – to do all this yourself – aluminum foil and all. My husband used to color my hair, but I decided to stop. So half of my head is salt and pepper and half of it is something brownish with a broom texture :) Happy hair day!
I love you for having the courage to post this. LMAO
Reminds me of a time when I was watching my ailing grandmother while my parents were out and my daughter now yet one was asleep so I decided to color my hair. Just as time was about up, my daughter woke up. Didn’t get to rinse the hair in time. I looked awful and my dear sweet Grandmother thought I was beautiful!
Wishing you a scent-sational Hump Day!
Hell, when I had to have a head change, I just cut it all off. I mean, it’ll grow back by next April! You did get me laughing. I just don’t get to see shenanigans like that around here anymore. I miss the sights and sounds of “Hair do night at Spadoville” since the girls moved out.
By the way, nice caboose in that last pic:-)
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