Have you ever found yourself poised to do something really crazy? Something that will make people ask, “What – can – she – be – thinking?” Well, I’m about to do exactly that… not by choice, mind you!
A couple of weeks ago I wrote a post about going to my 40th high school reunion… I’m leaving for Vancouver today, and yesterday I went to get a manicure / pedicure. While there, I had the urge to “brighten-up” my hair color…
I wanted to have a few copper streaks put in and I got… PINK! I will go to this affair on Saturday night, and see people I haven’t seen for 40 years… Believe me, it is going to take all the self confidence I possess to act as though there’s nothing unusual about having pink hair.
When my daughter saw it, she was somewhat at a loss for words. “It doesn’t look bad Mom, but it is different.” I needed to drop by a friend’s house last night and when she laid eyes on the new me, she tried to suppress a big guffaw, and said, “Another hair mishap I see…”
Yes, this is the second hair color disaster since the summer. The other time my hair came out slate grey… that was even worse as it happened just 4 days before my son’s wedding.
My hair no longer takes color the way it used to… another part of the delightful and ever- surprising aging process… I think I’m going to let my hair go to its natural color (whatever that is?) or buy a good wig!
So think of me on Saturday night… When former classmates scrunch up their eyes and say, “Oh I remember you… didn’t you used to have long straight blonde hair.” I’ll puff up my rosy locks and say, “Yeah I did… and you know what… that’s not all that’s changed!”