But, as much as I hate to admit it, the ol' blonde roots are growing in. I can't even fake the damn things because, there they are - right out there in all their blonde root-ness. I've seen my hair crumble at the touch, yet still I press on - unsure of if I'm paving the way for other colouring mavericks, or simply following in the footsteps of all those peroxide queens that have forged the trail. I will never question. I will keep pressing onward and upward, towards those colours that they said never existed. Yeah. Right.
So here on the nubin ball we sit, waiting for our appropriate 20 minutes and refusing to look into a mirror until the towel has been lifted from the tossling dry. It's kind of like a game - like the christmas present that you've been wanting to shake, but not really wanting to shake in fear that you might actually guess and then there would be no surprise.
Wow. Did I just write that? It's a bloody hair colour. Worse case scenario says that I go dark again. Sheesh. Drama Queen.
Kiki and the Hot One were on TV tonight - man they looked good! CJ and I watched them on her big screen, ate popcorn and giggled. What an amazing job they did! When I was driving home all I could think was that, tonight, my dearest and closest friends totally made it look like we had our shit together.
Gawd this life is good.
"I want to be thoroughly used up when I die... Life is no brief candle to me. It's a sort of splendid torch which I've got to hold up for the moment and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it to future generations"
George Bernard Shaw (1856-1950)