It was time to color my roots once again, but I also have little more than a week before I’m on the road.
I’m typing this out right now waiting for the purple to process (and yes, it’s 11:30 pm– see my post last night at 11:30 pm about not having control of my time).
Purple. Why the heck not?
I won’t be interfacing with any donors or constituents in the next 11 days.
My hair is going to grow out to grey roots within three weeks of starting the Camino anyways.
And… I might look like a badass (finally!). Maybe this will help communicate that I’m not messing around at the Board of Directors meeting of which I’m the president Saturday morning. “You will speak when I call on you. You will pass this amendment. I’m a badass and taking no prisoners because I have purple hair!”
Oh my gosh. How middle aged of me. Clear sign I’m getting old probably. I may just end up looking like a cartoon elderly woman with the blue hair.
And check out the name:
Really? “Glam grunge”?? Give me a break.
Maybe I should go rinse it out now before the 25 minutes are up…
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