Well...I was feeling frumpy. Bad hair days do that to you, ya know? My national friend told me I could trust her hairdresser...and I trust her...so I took the leap. I thought I was getting some highlights but walked away with a WHOLE NEW color. At first it was a shock, but I knew there was no going back. My hair could not take the chemicals...but now...I think I like it. If I ever looked like my mother in my own eyes...it's now.
Mom, remember that picture of you with your bowling league? Your hair was longer than mine, but a similar (maybe more auburn) color. That's what I thought of when I looked in the mirror.
For Fall Fun Festival, the King will be Charlie Brown and I will be the Little Red-haired Girl. How's that? A perfect fit.