Not sure how to explain this. YA has been after me for years to do something about my white/gray hair; it offends her sensibilities that I have some white, some gray and some brown, but nothing uniform. It doesn’t bother me at all so her desires concerning my hair have fallen on deaf ears.
Monday afternoon she pestered me again. “I know purple is your favorite color and I have purple dye on hand.” And for reasons even I don’t quite understand, I said “Sure.”
She did all the work – all I had to do was sit still in the bathroom and then take a shower to rinse off. Then she cut off about four inches, which I did need – was getting a little scraggly.
Since I’m working from home these days I’ve only had to explain it a couple of time on Zoom calls but honestly I’m not sure what to say, other than I was struck by a “what the heck” moment.
Any “what the heck” moments for you recently?