While you wait, you can read today's Five Minute Friday post. I'm joining Lisa Jo Baker (AKA Gypsy Mama) again to write for five minutes on her weekly prompt. No editing or rewriting allowed. Click on this link if you want to try it, too. You know what? Click on that link regardless, because today Lisa Jo posted a photo from last week's live Five Minute Friday party at Allume. And I am in that photo! The big photo with about a thousand people. I'm in the second row, kind of in the middle, and my head is a little lower than everyone else in that row, not because I'm short but because I turned sideways and splayed out my arms and did this dippie thing. Hey, we were supposed to get all crazy!
Okay, come back to me now. I broke the rule this week and made a couple changes after the five minutes. Sorry--I'm a little rusty. The prompt this week is "Roots".
Please don’t notice. They are a darker shade of brown. With a few grays sparsely populating my brunette locks. Those hoary residents, evidence of the wealth of wisdom I’ve gained, are the whole reason I turned to color in the first place. So why did I turn away again?
Well, it’s not set in stone. I’m just trying to decide what to do. When it was time to color again, I had learned I was pregnant and I just don’t color when I’m pregnant. Now I could do it again. But I already have a few inches of roots and I keep telling myself it doesn’t look that bad. Maybe I will grow it out. But the grays are too many to pluck. Ouch. And they mock me. “You think you’re still young enough to have another baby? You have gray hair!”
Still, every time I do it, that odor, the excess chemicals running down the drain . . . tell me it isn’t natural. And so I watch the roots grow. Watch them increase. And wonder what to do . . .
I know this isn't what Lisa Jo had in mind when she came up with the prompt, but I was feeling creative and the need for a little levity after my previous post. Have a great weekend!