I roam CVS’ aisles, pausing at the various possibilities. Should I try cinaberry? Or am I in a burnt auburn mood? I can’t help but laugh at the hair dye’s names- they sound more like food! My sister starts at me in amazement as I finally select a deep brown. To her, dyeing your hair is like changing your identity, and letting go of all things you know. But to me it’s just a way to mix things up. Besides, in this solid world, we always need to add a little spice!
Autobiography- Color My Life
January 9, 2009