Something really terrible happened to me today.
I went to the hairdresser suffering a Fringe emergency. They were able to squeeze me in.
Whilst sitting under that ridiculous cape the hairdresser with hair that defied explanation even for me, noted, out loud, that my hair was a little grey. Yes I said.
Then I said in a moment of self acceptance that I was thinking of letting it go grey. Salt and Pepper can be sexy right? Silver can be saucy No??
She flipped and said way too loudly “What? You can’t do that!”
Why? I asked. “I don’t want to dye it for the rest of my life”
She ignored me.
“Perhaps” she said “You could try a lighter colour??……”
and then she said it.
“What about a nice Beige?”
BEIGE BEIGE BEIGE BEIGE the word bounced around my brain for a full minute. She obviously has never meet a Limerick before.
So in protest I publish & post the most unbeige photo I have of myself and now retire to wash the beige residue from the inside of my mind lest in contaminate my still healthy colourful bits.
Love You. Hate Beige. :)
SP FlickerBook Series L.kaye April 2010