Someone asked “why did I color my hair when I was letting it go au natural?” I did it because I was all one color. My eye brows, my eye lashes, my hair, even my light blue eyes. I just looked unicolored.
And because words matter. I saw President Obama get in Trump’s head. I hope he drives a screw driver in it, but that ‘s what brings me to color. I am 85 and my Mother still echo’s. . How
many times do I tell other’s to let it go . Sometimes it haunts you for no reason and that brings me to color.My Mother, not known for being supportive or even basically nice, would tell me, as a kid,
“You
look like a cockroach dipped in flour. “ At least for my sister, she was more user friendly. Her thing was “you are as slow as molasses in January. “ I could probably live with that one.But color, all one color, faded out color,a creepy crawler
color, all covered in white flour. I just have a visual of that and me as a kid, hearing this. Words do matter. A long time after they shouldn’t. It just pops in my head sometimes and today was one of those days. So hence, the really bright color. It
goes with my blue eyes.