Main target: the hair salon. Yes, I needed some work. If you have caught glimpses of me on this blog, you’ll know that my hair is very blonde, unnaturally. Naturally, it is a non-descript shade of dark or medium ash blonde, sort of a dishwater/mousey shade. For many years, I had professional highlights that were very attractive, until…
A stylist I liked and trusted in Delaware convinced me to go “all the way blonde”, four years ago. Yeah. I walked out of the salon that night with a feeling of oh, no, what have I done? Or more importantly, what in the hell was she thinking? Shades of orange, peach, and pale blonde framed my fair skin. A co-worker from Delaware still remembers that color job, reminds me of how horrible it was, and how I refused to say, “I hate it.”.
I fixed it, alright, by resorting to boxes of Preference by L’Oreal from the grocery store. Used it carelessly, too, unintentionally allowing my hair to glow in the dark. I’m only 61 inches tall, but in a sea of 1,000 people, one could say, “Oh, there she is. See Mary over there? The neon blonde.”
No longer will I stand out in a crowd. I’m so happy with the results that I wanted to get a good photo. Holding the camera at arm’s length just didn’t work. After thirty frames of trying to hide my sagging chin, I decided to use the bathroom mirror. My cheeks puff up when I smile widely so I chose a serious face.
It’s nice. The birds won’t mind it too much. When I told Michael my hair was too bright for the birds and how it scares them away, he shook his head and said, “Don’t tell anyone that...” Pfffffhht.
Perhaps I still need a green hat but I’m happy with it. Visiting the salon every six weeks will upset my cash flow but I’ll devise a way to continue to give the birds what they need, want, and expect from me.
Must have sunflower seeds.
Tonight at 7:30 p.m., I received another belated gift on this warm day. After four days of winter weather, a sub-freezing night, and the absence of hummingbirds, a male hummer landed on the Hibiscus then took a few sips of nectar. Waiting for a female now. :o)