Now I look like Morticia Addams with a crazy hair cut. While the grey hair was super white and did possibly make me look old, I got used to it. Now I have hair that looks smothered in black shoe polish. It looks, and is, fake. Damned either way. This neater, darker, artificial look requires maintenance, which means I will now go through months of color awkwardness (rivaled only by the year ahead of length weirdness) before I can get back my old old look. "Why is your hair white if you are young?" a kindergardener asked me last week. "Because that is how it is naturally", I told him, educating one child at a time about their teachers's and mothers's tinted locks. Now I do not even have that as a come back.
PS Thank you to my hair stylist F, who did his best, and did tell me that liked it either way (not that he could say otherwise and live, given the hairy situation I am in:)) PPS I guess this is what I guess for following a senile woman's advice.
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