Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Day 276: Good Grief
What beautiful highlights you might be saying to yourself. If only my aunt's definition of blonde meant what most of us consider blonde. The whities are taking over! I received my first grey at the young age of 17. I knew it was coming because I couldn't hide from my DNA. Since I have started teaching full time, they have multiplied like the poorly grouped hamsters at the pet store. Not only are they white hairs, but they are so unruly. I could accept them better if they would follow my directions while styling. As I sit here waiting for the dye to do its job, I have to admit that I am lucky to have hair. Even if it is scraggly white hair.