Look, I have "real" blogs lined up, with guts and grit for content, but I'm racing deadlines, and simply have no time to "develop" those entries right now. Meantime, mean old co-workers named Charles are reminding me it's been DAYS since my last blog.
So, I colored my already-colored hair a few days ago. Quite honestly, I have no idea the real color of my hair anymore. When I began highlighting and messing with it, 20 or so years ago, it was sort of a muddy dishwater blond; I imagine it's something like that now.
I imagine also that I am blissfully ignorant, and content to remain so, about the amount of greying that may have occurred, since I began manipulating my hair color.
On a whim, and by taking a vote from my son and his friend, (the aye's have it) I decided to try red again, a change from my ExtraLightAshBlond, #9-1/2. Or whatever.
I got chickeny, though, and went "Light Red Blonde."
THINK about it, Lori! You're an artist! You're a painter! If you put "light red" on "extra light blond" what are you likely to get?
My hair is Pink. Ish.
There have been those kind enough to ensure me, "No, it looks good." And I walk by shop windows in broad daylight, and think "Why, there's Cyndi Lauper! Celebrity Point for me!"
I don't much care, it's only hair... but since Pink was never really one of the options, when I was considering "blond again, or red?" I am moved to fix it, tonight some time.
What to do, what to do?
Go Red, so Red that there's absolutely no question of my Cyndi Lauper vs. Lucille Ball status? Or back to blond, which might turn out even bubble-gum-ier?
There's always ManicPanic AfterMidnight Blue, but I imagine that would bring out the dark circles under my eyes.
What do you think?