What Shall I Do?

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For some forty years, I was a bottle redhead.

I love red hair. I know, in my heart, that genetics made an error somewhere along the way in not blessing me with titian hair.

Looking to correct nature's error, I've used every product on the drugstore shelf to change my hair color. Sometimes the results were stupendous, other times, not so much. One day, I found that I had I honestly forgotten where I started and just accepted that I was a true redhead.

This went on till I began to notice that I was having to color my hair more and more often. Paying close attention, it became apparent that, whatever color I had started out with was no longer the color on my head. Lawdy Miss Scarlet, it appeared as if one day, when no one was looking, I had gone almost completely gray.

Facing this dilemma, I knew it was time to make a decision. I was getting close to retirement age, and coloring my hair had become somewhat of a chore . . .

So the decision was made, I quit dyeing my hair and from that day to this, I've been a silver haired woman.

Cut to today . . . .

As I mentioned a while ago, due to the heat, I cut my hair, pretty short. I've lived with this for a few months, but the other day, I went to the hairdresser and told her to take it really short. The heat has been bothering me and since we're involved in such grimy work, I figured shorter would be better. She did exactly what I asked, and boy howdy, is it ever short.

Actually , it's a bit too short, but I figure what they hey, it'll grow.

Just this afternoon, I found myself at the market and, I swear, a package of red hair dye jumped, I mean it literally vaulted, into my shopping cart. With this leap, the idea sprang into my head; why not try red just one more time?

Maybe my hair will never be this short again. Wouldn't this be the ideal time to take the plunge?

Many reasons not to dye fell into place.

I'm much older now.
My hair is very gray and quite resistant to color.
What if I love it, but, as before,
my hair doesn't really want to hold on to the dye
and I have to redo it every 13 days?
Will I look like one of those red haired Bingo Babes?
(All I'd need is a cigarette hanging out of my mouth.)

So I sit here, a box of Clairol Paint the Town, Color Me Vibrant, staring me in the face. I have to admit I don't know what to do.

On the other hand, she wore a glove. (SORRY, I may be reverting to my childhood), if this is the biggest problem facing me, I guess I would have to say that