Monday, February 15, 2010

Totally Virgin

As a little tyke, my hair bobbed in white-blond curls. Mummy cut my bangs so short, they were almost not even there. By the time I was a teenager and could fight off my mother-brandishing-scissors, my locks were ash-blond with natural highlights in summer. In nursing school, I began secretely enhancing the blond with lemon juice and a heat lamp and when that didn't really work, the drugstore stuff. Those first grey hairs, at age 19!!!, were plucked out indignantly. By the time I was having children, I was full on into Lady Clairol. The summer my hair turned carrotty orange, it was time to consult the professionals and the rest, as they say,is history.

This fall I decided to bite the bullet and committ/go cold turkey/go au naturale, even cutting my hair all by myself. Again, it became obvious, I needed professional help (psychiatry anyone?)  Adrianna the hair stylist said, when she gave me this pixie cut, that I am now "totally virgin" artificial hair colour left.  Buz actually lets me out in public now, so I guess it's not all bad.

Who knew? Underneath all those years and years of hair dye, there was a quavery-voiced version of Ann Murray all along.


Unknown said...

Mum you are Beautiful! Looks good.

Unknown said...

Chrissy, you are my greatest fan. Thank you so much. How was the party? I called but no one was home. Did Darren stay over?