One time my friend Mary and I went to a Carly Simon concert. It was pretty much as you'd expect but at one point I looked around the hall and noticed something. There wasn't a natural head of hair in the house. The place was full of women with various shades of strange colored hair. My own hair at the time the very non-color of barnboard. Now it's a shade bordering on light orange with barnboard and gray roots. All I want is my hair to be brown. Nothing spectacular just a regular old mousy brown. Like it used to be. I've colored it again and again. it starts off great but inevitably the orange sets in.



What really cracks me up is there's a woman at work who's in her early thirties. She used to have blonde hair but the other day she came in with the ideal shade of brown. I'm thinking, "You've got to be kidding." This person doesn't need that hair color. She's young enough to wear her own color. (not quite sure what that is...) I need that hair color. Doesn't she realize she should wear her own color proudly for as long as humanly possible? Oh my. Well, she'll find out soon enough.