Huh, what do you know? I am down a couple of pounds.
It’s cold out, and my hair’s wet.
I never bother with a blow dryer. I get bored.
Same with makeup.
I imagine I will eventually. But not now.
I do notice some unfamiliar, not exactly red hair color starting near my temples, and I’m not gonna say that doesn’t freak me out.
“They’re blonde, they’re blonde!” I frantically tell myself.
I don’t think so, though.
When it does really start to noticeably change, my ladies will take care of it. I go to an awesome salon: Positive Directions.
I don’t have a favorite, they’re all great.
On the whole, I’m pretty lucky, though, in my estimation. I’m no spring chicken. I’m five years from 50. I think I’m doing okay.