I have a secret longing for colored hair. No, not the stuff that colors the gray…the real stuff, yellow, purple, green, blue. Cookie Monster hair, Elmo hair, maybe even some Big Bird feathers. I just love colored hair. (I love a lot of other weird stuff also but those will have to wait.)
Don’t get me wrong, I have great hair. It is thick, looks good in whatever style I choose to put it in and at 55 is just starting to noticeably gray. Long ago I gave up the Lady Godiva long look my husband so coveted, in its place is an age appropriate short cut. I am not unhappy with my current head of hair, but oh those colored tresses call my name!
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| No, this is not me. |
It is a thrill for me to see young folks with crazy hairstyles. Yes, do it now! I cheer them on, for later it won’t seem like a viable option. Then I ask myself, why not? If they start with colored hair at a young age, a head of riotous colored hair won’t seem “incorrect” when they are older.
Does the young man who delivered the tomatoes to the Orion Bread Company today in Old Town Cottonwood, Arizona have the ability to maintain his perfectly rigid 18 inch blue Mohawk at 80? Probably not, but who is to say he couldn’t try?
Why don’t I have purple hair? My pat answer is, "The company I work for only allows normal hair colors." The real reason is, I just ain’t brave enough to weather the storm. I hate getting a hair cut, then having everybody comment on it. It goes hand in hand with my inability to walk out of the house without viewing myself from every conceivable angle in the large full length mirror in my bedroom. Couldn’t let the butt or gut show. I am an appearance issue filled female.
So until I can break free of these chains, I will have a secret longing for multi-colored hair with a large dose of envy for those who do. I will keep my butt and my gut dutifully covered by layers of clothing so I will not be featured on the People of Wal Mart site.
There is still work for me to do in the “Just Let Go” department. In the meantime, the Renaissance Fair in Plantersville, Texas is in full swing, nobody knows me there…
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