Hair What I Say
I am categorized as a ‘hard to lift’ blonde and in the past, inexperienced colourists have turned my golden locks, ash grey, violet purple and the most hideous brass copper.
My search for a good colourist starts by scanning large gathered groups for flaxen haired maidens. On the subway, in the grocery store and at music festival concerts I approach ‘the blondes’ and ask them to divulge their ‘root repair expert.’
It was at one such encounter that I obtained Bridget’s card.
During our colour consultation, Bridget began by parting my hair in such a way that my ‘root’ issue was fully exposed and that’s when I noticed for the first time, the patch.
The patch, not a strand, not a few, not a bunch but a patch of white hairs has colonized on the top of my crown. It looks like someone has taken a bingo blotter full of white paint and struck the top of my head with it.
As I stared at this patch of mysterious white hairs with wonderment and confusion, a thought took form.
Children in your life, hair starts turning white.
I think not.