Wigging Out

Several days ago I was at one of the local malls. I needed a new, smaller belt and a place to walk on a stormy day. After buying a belt (on sale, yay!) I strolled around looking at brightly colored Easter decor, waving at the mall Easter Bunny, and mentally eating all the mall foods that I can’t have right now. If mental calories counted. I’d need to buy a much differently sized belt.

On one pass of the lower level I noted all the pretty wigs on display in the Merle Norman store. I smiled at the lady seated behind the counter, passed on by, and then did an abrupt about face and turned into the store. The clerk did a double take and gave me a warm greeting before asking, “How can I help you?”

This was a couple of days before my most recent haircut, and I told her that I was sick of my hair and wondered if maybe I should just finally let it go gray.

She offered to help me try some different grays on just to see how I’d look. We tried a silver gray. Then a salt and pepper gray. A mushroom gray, and a blonde gray, among others.

After the fourth or fifth one the sweet lady looked at me earnestly and said, “I recommend that you keep coloring your hair as long as possible.”

And that’s why I’ll NEVER go gray.

Peace, people!