The Hair

So, here’s the story of my hair.  I first posted this on Facebook, but decided to repost here.  Hope you don’t mind.

Okay, so, true confessions (if you don’t care about my hair, keep scrolling): I have colored my hair for the past 25-plus years.  When I had to retire, I really couldn’t see paying $150.00+ every six to eight (women, you know it’s true) weeks to keep it up. I thought, “Why don’t you just color it yourself?”

Well, then I had a relapse of GBS which affected my hands and arms as well as feet and legs. Now, doing it myself was out, and I couldn’t see asking my good man to do one more thing for me. So, it was growing out, and I had my friend Donna bleach out the brown–and you cannot imagine the hideousness that is Teddi with blonde hair.

At any rate, the blonde served its purpose in allowing my gray to grow out enough so that we could chop off all that ugly blonde–and now, for the first time in my life, I have short, sassy, silver hair. I am kind of digging it. So, if you are out and about, and you see a woman, probably in a wheelchair, with short gray hair and a face that looks familiar–it’s me!! And when I get that fool camera to work, maybe I’ll post a picture. End of story. You may resume your normal day

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