briefly adding a pink stripe for a friend who had breast cancer when she asked me to do so. This is the look that Diana once referred to as my wild, drugged-out hippie hair. This is also the hair I recently decided to cut drastically. I intended it as a symbolic thing to mark having completed treatment, a visual reminder of my new beginning.
"Wait...what? You and your sister have given me a hard time about my unruly mane for years," I protested.
"It's only because I'm so envious of your hair," she confessed.
Color me stunned.....just don't color my hair.