In case you haven't heard, my grandmother is headed to a nursing home in the morning due to her Alzheimer's and thinking it's 1947...and if my mother has her way, I might be getting committed as well.
This because at the moment, my hair is a solid, blazing, screaming red, thanks to some bleach and shocking red hair dye.
I can hear the conversation I'm going to have with Ma:
Mom: Graduation in 11 weeks...and you did WHAT? How is this going to look in the photos?
And then me: Mom, it's semi-permanent, few weeks and you won't even see it...
And then her again: Are you SURE?
Me: I'm sure.
It will wash out pretty soon. I will go back to normal. I made sure this was temporary because of graduation, and because I don't relish walking into my parents' strict German-Lutheran church with a blazingly red head. Might get noticed a bit there.
I wanted it to spice things up a bit. Tired of looking like me all the time. And I think I look rather smashing, to tell you the truth...
Ta,
Bec
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