THE BLONDE LADY IN MY MIRROR.

Here it is again, Friday. In all its glory. Memorial weekend coming up, so I'm sure there is lots of plans with everyone. My plans are for staying home.Woe is me.

I guess I should just confess that I have messed with my hair again. I'm sure my family was in hopes at my age I would put the dye and bleach bottle away permnantly. Sorry but it didn't happen. With my hair I always mean well. I guess it just happens to be the one thing about my looks I can mess with. The brown dye kept washing off and red came. Bright red. I prayed for grey to come to cover the red. No go. So I decieded to streak blonde through my hair. I used a small brush. I do not see well. The streaks become clumps. To even up the clumps, I did more clumps. Now I have almost all blonde hair. Gasp, gasp. My daughter is probably rolling her eyes again.

I went to California when I was nineteen. I went with natural brown hair. I came back being almost a white blonde. I think the peroxide got into my blood. I have had my hair almost every color in the rainbow since then. And it doesn't look as if I have stopped yet. Oh I hear the groans coming up. Silly old lady with bleached hair. Excuse me. I really don't mind being silly. I've been this way all my life, so I'm use to it. I get bored with the same old color. Maybe disatisfied is a better word. I am always looking for the perfect hair. I of course will never find it. But I keep chasing the dream.

Actually I do feel sorry for my children. They are adults who probably get embarressed by me and my crazy antics. I would love to be the sedate little granny with the grey locks. Honest I tried to get the grey to come in. Anyway I would like to be the grey haired with the apron and sit quietly in some corner. Oops, I'm afraid it's not going to happen. I'm sure they have all realized that by now. I'm the granny who nows has bleached hair, my ever famous black eye liner I speak of. But I suspect my daughter knows its a losing battle to think I'll ever shape up. She bought me an apron. Guess what it has, the comic strip from the Joplin Globe on it. That ought to tell you something.

But then I've always said, "Life is just a big comic strip anyway." In other words don't take yourself too serious. Believe me I don't. Just dance in the rain. Forget your aches and pains and do a jig. Don't worry what the world thinks of you. Just what you think of yourself. Now I think that I am a nut. But it feels good to me. Watch out world, the old blonde lady is on the loose. But for now, I'm outta here.