Today I spent two and a half hours in the salon chair, getting cut, foiled and waxed. I waited to the last possible minute to get a new coif; I am hoping to avoid touching up my roots while on the cruise, lest the truth come out.
On the other hand, the truth will set me free. I confess. These chestnut brown locks with striking beechnut blonde highlights are as unnatural as a fake and bake tan, long lasting lipstick and control top pantyhose – all of which I plan to take with me.
I'm still adjusting to this aging thing. I'm not ready to give up hair dye. My hair is not salt and pepper; it is 100 percent gray – not that I've ever seen myself with a head full of gray and I will happily wait until well after the cruise to deal with that trauma.
Today is my daughter's 33rd birthday, which was traumatic enough. To give up hair dye, too? That might push me over the edge.
Alright, I've been compassionate up until now...so hear me out, I have nearing OMG 40 years of age and the salt 'n' pepper (grey) on my head could easily be mistooked for a hedgehog!! My little secret is that I've been dying my lovely locks since I was 11 and I can only picture how beautiful your hair is(-: That said, I'm sure a snapshot now of you and your daughter would make you look more like sisters! So keep on working it Miss Breakfast at Tiffany's and simply enjoy!
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