I haven’t had a trip to the hairdresser in a while, which is always bad news. In fact, right before Blissdom, I was thinking that my roots were looking…rooty, and considering sneaking in for an appointment before I left. And yet here we are, almost 6 weeks later.
So I need to go, but as my hair grows out, I’ve become kind of reluctant to make the appointment. Because I’m fascinated by the development of this:
Can you see that? That patch of grey silver right in the front? I have a few old person hairs elsewhere, but that is a solid skunk stripe of grey silver growing out from under my dye job. I had no idea it was there until recently. It’s like I’m slowly turning into Rogue or Cruella DeVille.
Or maybe it’s scar tissue. Someone lobotomized me when I wasn’t looking.