A couple of months ago, I decided to go dark. Like as in hair.
Not that dark really but when you are used to staring in the mirror every day at the same mop and then suddenly the mop changes, you feel, well… a little strange.
The day after the big change, I went to church still feeling a little…strange. I could tell people were double taking me trying to figure out if I had a new nose or something. I sat on the pew chatting with a friend, talking about really serious stuff like hair. And I told her I felt like that one lady. Except I couldn’t remember her name. You know that one lady?
She looked at me like, “Nope. I don’t know that one lady.” So I laughed sheepishly and then church started.
After church was over, that one lady’s name came to me loud and clear. I ran to my computer and emailed my friend. And the conversation went something like this.
Me: Elvira. I look like Elvira. Minus the skanky dress and boobs.
Friend: You are hilarious! But, I must disagree…you have the boobs.
Me: Ha! After nursing four little lovelies, deflation came knocking on my door. I no longer call them boobs, but flaps.
So…here’s the said hair.
You didn’t really think I was going to show you the flaps, did you? 🙂
