A Blonde Again

I am back in my little girl bed, missing some front teeth and with my brilliant white hair. I had a Cabbage Patch doll with a dirty head, a room covered with barbie heads dipped in paint and a pretty fabulous single mom who was snapping my picture. Again I say, fabulous life, and what a good bunch of blonde hair I had on my head.
Flash forward to my semi-midlife crisis, feeling as though Obama is in his SEASON OF CHANGE, and apparently my head is too. I spent last Saturday at the chic chic Covington salon with Karleen's friend doing my do for nearly 5 plus hours to go retro, back into the white hair kind of life. I was trying to meditate something light and gwen stefani like as she dyed my hair like no other client before. Not looking into her mirror until the hair had been snipped like this and that, at the end it was blonde and I was dumbfounded that I'd asked her to do all this to my head. Back to that picture from my youth, it was such a great time. No bills, no worries, just pure childhood at its best and a mom that rocked it like nobody's business. And, yes, good hair that was brushed 100 times a night to make it glisten in the sun (so said my grandmother, and I believed every bit of it).
I showed up at home later, with goodies from the Covington Farmer's Market in tow (things that children would definitely turn their noses up at...stuffed grape leaves and white bean salad littered with some parsley and garlic), passing through the door to the kitchen where my mother, husband and two children sat, everyone turned to look at my new did. The blonde hair startled my son who muttered,"...when will you go back to your dark hair, mom?" Kenzie, though said,"Mommy. Hi, Mommy," and smiled. What a good day and yes, though a bit retro in colour, I'm loving my not so Marilyn Monroe do.