Over 40 and Feeling Foxy?

I love getting my hair "done." I have colored my hair for so long now, that I honestly don't remember what my real color is. (Okay, I lie. It's mousy brown.) I like to pretend that I have some red tint in my hair, and thus the reason why I go red. I've had some form of red in my hair since about 1989. (with the exception of two years ago when I went through my black hair phase; phase lasted three days)

I love watching all that great goop going on my head. I love watching Kathy part my hair so perfectly and making those foils so tight on my head. I love reading "Star" Magazine while my color is processing. I love it when the DING goes off, indicating that my color is done and cooked! Oh, how I love having my head washed and scrubbed.

But, that's when it starts to get scary. Up to this point, I can pretend and forget that this thing I do will affect my appearance. I haven't looked "normal" in a loooooong time. I choose crazy hair, as it reminds me to let out the sassy side of me. It's my personal reminder to being committed to being crazy and living a full life. But, I usually have a 10 second moment of panic when I look at myself in the mirror when the color is fresh.

Tonight, I cut off a good bit of hair as well as coloring it my crazy colors. I just felt it was time for a change. And, I feel good tonight. Tomorrow morning may be another story, but for now, I'm feeling this hairdo.

Although, I'm not sure Rockett likes it?