I put a new coat of color on my lovely lady mullet Saturday morning. It's no secret that Mrs. HM is no stranger to L'Oreal. In fact, she's been a regular customer since she turned mid-thirties, even though she could have started earlier. It's a genetic thing, I prefer to believe. We don't lose our hair, but we do go gray early.
the thing about teaching. The students are SO helpful! "Hey! You have a
gray hair! You should pull that out. No if she pulls it out, she'll get
ten more! I think she already pulled one out! Yep! You're going gray!
Hey, look! Mrs. Hillbilly Mom has gray hair!" Yeah. So helpful. Just ask
the teachers who are balding...
Anyhoo...I put a fresh
coat of Medium Brown on my tresses. I really need a haircut before we
go see The Pony this week. Because right now, I kind of look like David
Cassidy in his Partridge Family years. Not as lean, and I don't have the
puka shell necklace. But the hairstyle is kind of the same.
H says I might as well let it go all the way gray. I'm not ready for
that yet. I'm no Emmylou Harris. What does HE know, anyway, about hair?