Me: I sure feel my age. I ache all over.
Also me: I feel like a newborn. No hair, no teeth, and I just peed my pants!
I’m not gray. I’m a brunette. Many years ago, a friend added blonde dye to my hair and it looked good for a minute. But I’m not meant to be a blonde. For a while, I colored my hair red and it grabbed some attention.
I will stay a brunette and not go natural (aka gray). My long-suffering hairdresser knows the color I want and it’s always great. At my last visit, I wanted a swath of purple in my hair and Jolene added some sections that were a lively and vibrant purple for about two weeks. People actually remarked about my hair. As for my suffering stylist, I don’t know how she doesn’t laugh every couple of visits when I show up with a picture. “Here’s what I want my hair to look like!” or “What can we do to make me look like her?” She looks at the photo, picks through a few strands of my thin hair, and says “uh, no, you don’t have enough hair.” And that would end the discussion….until the next time I found a pretty picture.
Leslie is a natural blonde and has had a purple section for years. Her hairdresser gets the color ready when she walks in the door, Leslie always says “more!” and her hair gets compliments everywhere she goes. In fact, if she had a nickel for every time a complete stranger said something about her hair, she’d be the one driving a new car right now!
So I visited Jolene today. Did the usual chair sitting, color applying, coffee sipping, dryer sitting, napping. Had to be prodded awake! It’s only 10:00 in the morning, ladies, leave me sleeping!