Bi And Large

Thursday after work I stopped in for a quick haircut. The same woman has been doing my hair for quite some time (just at a cheap place, but I like her) and we know each other well. So I'm sitting there, and we're chatting, and she says all cheerfully, "So, are we doing any color today?"

 

I gave her my best "What you talkin' bout Willis?" look.

 

She of all people should know that I never, ever, color my hair. One of the (few) things I honestly and completely adore about my body is my natural hair color. It is unusualy golden, darkish blonde, making it a perfect caramel color. You can't get it out of a box. And why on earth would I want to change it anyway?

 

She was quiet for a moment or two, and then she said as gently as possible, "Sonnet, you have reached a stage where you are more grey than blonde."

WHAT! I am 32! How is this possible!??!?

 

I ran right out and snatched up the first box of hair dye my hot hands could lay on. And highlights too. I think the highlights were my undoing, because the dye job wasn't too bad.

 

I am now quite a bright strawberry blond.