Anyway. I pulled my hair back & went on my merry way. Then I went to the bathroom (I go, oh, about 8 times during an 8 hour workday). As I was washing my hands, singing the ABC song under my breath, I glanced at my hair in the mirror.
Hmm. Do I have flour in my hair? Get in a fight with a bobbin of white thread? What is that stuff in my hair?
Yes, the hair that doesn’t see the sun very often has been going seriously gray. Apparently my last color job didn’t touch this hair. I know that at 45 I should not be surprised by this. But, you know, except for the arthritis, gimpy shoulder, need for reading glasses, and cranky old lady attitude, I FEEL young. Wait – I’ve had the cranky old lady attitude my whole life, so that’s not new. I guess I should be happy now that I have the hair to match the attitude.
Dr. M predicts a L'Oreal saturation bombing soon. I wonder what color I’ll choose this time?