Misshapen Head

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Today was the day that I found my first, honest to God, grey hair on my head.

I won’t actually write where I found the other one a few years back because I have family who reads this blog and who REALLY needs THAT one spelled out for them?

ANYWAY, the first time that I colored my hair was the summer before seventh grade.  I had asked my mom if it was OK to color my hair and she said yes.  Quite honestly, I don’t think that she thought that I would so she said yes.  Um?  Hello?  You just told a very young teenager that it was OK to color their hair!

Even though I had/have a rather pleasant deep brown color going on, I chose BLACK.  I wasn’t into the Goth scene or anything – I just thought that BLACK would be a much better color than what I had.  To my credit, I did a very good job for a virgin colorist…if you chose to ignore the two inch wide by three inch long patch of very obvious brown that I had going on on the right side of my head.

I went to school that Monday very proud of myself and feeling very good and that was when my love affair with hair color began.

Since that time [so long ago] I have been platinum blonde [EPIC fail w/my olive skin], a dark shade of brown that verged on purple and just about every color in-between.

The point is that I always assumed that once I started going grey that I would color that shit!  Now that I’m apparently going grey, I find that I just don’t care.  Hair’s just something that’s there and though it can make a huge difference in the way that a person looks [and feels] it’s so transitory and there are much bigger things to be worried over.

Then again, that is coming from the chick who would love to shave her head.  I have a sneaking suspicion that I have a misshapen head so I doubt that you’ll ever see that picture on here.