So Long Blondie

Scads of people wrote in after what I said about my hair color on Sunday. “Go grey for Heaven’s sake!” was the general consensus and hell maybe I will. My hair couldn’t look worse than it did a year ago when, without my realizing it, my hair stylist was secretly making it lighter and lighter. “What are you DOING?” I finally said at the end of one session when he toweled it off after the shampoo and I saw what you see on the left here. “The idea is to go blonder as you get older,”  he said.“Whose idea?” “It’s what women do.”Not this woman. Next he’ll be wanting to cut it all off and  I’ll look like Florence Henderson and frankly I'd rather model myself on some cool old somebody like Bea Arthur than on Fluffy Little  Flo. So I asked him to make it dark again and he did and that’s what you see below: a fading out-of-focus chick with hair the color of squid’s ink. (Hey what are you gonna do? Life is a journey. I say you’re doing fine just as long as you can sit up straight enough to shovel in some ice cream from time to time.)