Hair appointments

I can measure my life based on my hair styles. It started when I was little, taking the scissors to my own locks. That's what started my days of the pixie cut. Then, as my hair grew out some, my grandmother Nanny gave me toilet paper perms to put a little curl into my short tresses, making me look more like a poodle than Shirley Temple (whom I had really hoped to resemble).

As a teenager, we had a swimming pool AND a hot tub in the backyard. I had shoulder length hair by 7th grade, and I loved to swim across the pool without getting my whole head wet. A couple of passes across the pool then I'd go sit in the hot tub. You can guess what happened to the ends of my hair-- green. With church the next day, Mom gave me two options: cut or color. I chose color, and I haven't seen my original hair color since!

I've been different shades of blonde, red, brown, and even pink when I wear my Pinkie wig! Lengths have changed, as well as different patterns of highlights. Today, I'm headed to my latest salon appointment and getting my current style redone. Roots are atrocious to me, and I'm about to have to donn a ball cap to go out in public! A big thanks to my in-laws and their birthday gift that is funding today's trip to the beauty parlor!

According to my students, I'll be getting the rockstar 'do again. They asked why I did the bright blond around my face, and I giggled as I explained that a rock star must have awesomely cool hair!