New Look in All Aboard the Tinsel Train!

Entry totally steeped in vanity issues. Read at your own peril.

When last I shared, I had used a rinse to cover the broadening stripe - nature’s landing strip, no doubt, for the wisdom that is supposed to come with age. Bahaha! THEN, I made a new friend who took one look at my damaged hair, and decided that this just wouldn’t do. She cut my hair, and came up with a plan. Look - you listen to plans especially when the person who has them is wielding scissors.

So…I have long fought layers. I’m not sure why - but if ever I allowed them, they were to be long layers. Then I wondered why my hair didn’t have the body I remembered from my youth…in the eighties…WHEN MY HAIR WAS LAYERED. “Trust me”, says this young woman with the pastel lavender and blonde locks, “I wouldn’t steer you wrong on this”. Then, because my hair was lightened in a FRYING kind of way, leaving me with the calico look mentioned in my previous entry - and was the first to shine through as my rinse began to fade, she suggested going back to my natural color - all the way through. DARKEST BROWN. Okay. And so we did. What came out was BLACK - and expected, within a few washes, to be exactly where it needs to be. In about 1 months, the work of pulling some dark up into my regrowth begins. This is what my hair is like now.

My daughter’s reaction when I came out of the bathroom was ‘WHAT HAPPENED?!’

‘Um…I dried it. I swear!’

‘But it’s so....BIG!’ I kind of had that feeling going on as well. I looked in the mirror and wondered if I was bringing the Farrah back. Then I wondered if I was too old to pull this kind of thing off. Then I said, ‘to heck with it all. It feels nice.’

I confess that this feels like a HUGE cheat - and wonder, in my heart-of-hearts - if this isn’t a ‘partie remise’ - game called on account of chicken-shit.

Last updated February 21, 2016