Confessional
Hello. My name is Sandye and I never met an artificial hair color I didn’t like.
A few years ago I started to worry that perhaps I needed to grow up and stop coloring my hair. Shouldn't I be spending my time on more worthy activities? I spent the last year and a half using only temporary hair color and the last 6 using virtually no hair color. I was going to be mature, sensible and practical and live with my natural color as behooves a logical adult.
Then last Thursday I had an appointment with my ophthalmologist. As part of the exam my eyes were dilated - which meant I was left to sit in a dimly lit room facing a mirror. I stared at my hair. I got up a few times to get closer to the mirror to look at my hair up close. I continued to stare at my hair. By the time my eyes were fully dilated, I knew one thing. I hated my hair.
I almost went straight to Wal-Mart to buy a box of hair color. Fortunately I talked to two friends who counseled patience (but I want it right now!) and the wisdom of professional help. It took a while to find someone who had an appointment for Saturday morning, but I prevailed and now I have pretty hair.
It isn’t a color I would have picked out, but I really like it. I’m really glad I listened to my friends! And to the professional advice. I have a suspicion that when I told her I hated my hair color, she may have just looked at the ghosts of hair colors past clinging to my limp strands and picked something different. But, if I choose instead to believe that she is an artist whose speciality is a palate of artificial colors, I’m sure you will humor me.
I believe everyone needs a hobby. I plan to embrace the fact that my hobby is coloring my hair.