Dream Crusher

So I agonized for weeks about what to do with my hair. I absolutely hate (and this is a word I don't use casually) my natural hair color, which is something slightly less appealing than road dirt. Add to that the few gray wisps that I see every morning when I look in the mirror, which mrangelmeg swears that no one else can see. (I wonder how often he has to confess that bold faced sin).

I finally decided exactly what I was going to do. I was going to dye my hair red. It was going to be absolutely beautiful, just the right shade to complement my coloring and make me look younger. I was just about to purchase the coloring equipment the other day when I saw this.

I would hate for people to think that I decided to color my hair because she did hers first. Lord help me.

So, I am back where I started, looking at my reflection in the mirror and wondering what other hair color I should try, because it certainly isn't going to be red until Ms Simpson goes back to Blonde where she belongs.

Pax