I colored my hair. I do this regularly. Unless I find myself in a comatose state, I will continue to do this, or have it done, until I leave the planet. I’m not vain. No, really. Gray just isn’t my color.
I did it yesterday. I wanted it done for dinner tonight. The kids and I are going out to celebrate my advancing years.
My hair is now burnt orange. I must have been distracted when I chose the color. The pretty strawberry blonde I usually buy didn’t make it home. Unsuspecting of this heinous error, I opened the box and dove in.
I’m not going to change it. It screams to be noticed. People will stare. I will smile benignly and scream….’what are you looking at?’
Or perhaps I will pretend I have no idea what has their attention. Must be my beautiful face capturing the spotlight….or my charming laugh….
Yes, burnt orange. I have a purse just this color. Match-y, match-y.