My hair is not blue

This morning my daughter-in-law showed me an article in the paper about a hair stylist I used to patronize who was opening her own salon; and so I put on my coat and went down and made an appointment and GOT MY HAIR COLORED to hide the grey. Now I know it is still there and I am still 60. but I think I look more vibrant – my hair had become just a really mousy, faded greyish brown for about half-way down my head.

I guess I will be doing this every six weeks now, and maybe when I firm up, I will have it cut. Right now, I am keeping it long enough to pull back neatly into a barrette; that seems especially important with the humidity of summer coming on.

One thing, though. My hair has always felt like corn silk. Now it feels the way I would imagine that “green foamy – cover bare spots in your yard –  replacement grass” would feel. However, my imagination may be overactive.

At least maybe now they will let me in the Foo Bar, since they said I was so dowdy I would have to stay in the PBC&R all the time. Gosh, that hurt.

Summer and Der Bingle are at the movies – The Watchman, or something like that. It’s 2 hours and 43 minutes so Summer should get her money’s worth with Coke and popcorn refills.