I Think It's Tiffany Taylor's Fault

 I’ve been thinking about adding some highlights to my graying hair OR go another shade lighter.  I can’t decide ‘They say as you get older a shade or two lighter is more flattering.  ‘They’ say you can blend the gray or make it not quite as noticeable with highlights.  I’m not quite sure who ‘They” are, but I’ll try anything at least twice.  

Thus my dilemma.   Decisions seem to be a bit harder to make the older I get… at least about important things like these.  It seems as if my brain has down shifted and my clutch is going out.  I’m not quite as witty  as I once was; or at least as quick with my important contributions to the world.  I wonder if this brain fog is a precursor to dementia?  I don’t know, but it sure sounds like a good excuse to be eccentric and say whatever I want without fear of appraisal or having to make apologies as I get older.  After all… “granny is getting dementia” (the excuse of), sounds like the way to go.  

At any rate thinking on my feet is getting a bit harder and important decisions like hair color are getting more and more difficult to make.  I’m the one in the aisle at WalMart who everyone else has to dodge around with their grocery carts because I stand there and compare, read boxes, and try to decide exactly what color I would like, what would look the best (at least till it’s time to color again), and how it would actually look when I pull that towel off my head and start trying to style it with my trusty brush collection.  It can take more than 45 minutes to make a decision.  Maybe 30 if I preplan and at least have a vague idea of what I want to do.

I wish there was a way to try hair color on before I actually make a change of any sort.   A test drive would be great.  I think the same thing of hair cuts.  My hair stylist always says just before I leave her shop after a cut “If you have any problems with it come back and I’ll fix it”.  I always have wondered how she would cut my hair back long if I decided I didn’t like it.  

Today I will probably spend a good bit of time on Google trying to decide what ‘They” suggest for my situation.  I hope ‘They’ know what ‘They’ are talking about since tomorrow is grocery day and I will be standing in the hair color aisle a minimum of 30 minutes.  It would sure beat 45 minutes, especially with a grouchy husband wanting to hurry me up, (he hates shopping).   Once again I will ask his opinion (like it matters),  and as usual he will say “I don’t care… you have to wear it not me.”  Thanks dear for your helpfulness.

If I have just a slight idea of what I want and do most of my reading today I think 30 minutes of confusion is streaming lining the process of decision making once I actually get to the store and become overwhelmed once again.   He would be happy he didn’t have to stand around in WalMart a minute longer and I will reach a faster questionable decision.

Once I get home I’m sure the usual routine will take place.   The new hair color will sit in it’s box for a week or so while I get up the courage to actually color my hair again.  I will have to look at it every single time I use the bathroom or brush my teeth.  After moving it out of the way for a couple of weeks I will be annoyed enough by it staring at me and being in the way that I will actually succumb to the little bottle and tube inside the box and play bathroom chemist once again with fingers crossed and a prayer on my lips.

On Sunday (The only time I emerge from my lair, except for the grocery store) everyone will say… “Yep, she’s at it again” and whisper to each other all sorts of things if I have made a bad decision.  If I do okay then at least one person might notice… or not.  I’m sure my father will notice and say “You should leave your hair dark like it’s supposed to be”.  Of course he only remembers the dark hair when it was in pigtails and I still played with dolls and ate mud pies.  I think he is in denial of both our ages.

That makes me think back to my dolls… I had a “Tiffany Taylor” doll and one side of her hair was blonde and the other a dark brown and all I had to do was turn her hair from one side of her head around to the other.  I wonder if she was the one who started all my indecisiveness since it was so easy to change her hair.  I also wonder if she was the one who inspired my generation to highlight their hair?  I will probably never know for sure, but I do have a sneaking suspicion that this is all her fault.

Yep… the next 24 hours of my life are planned out for me.  I’ll be busy Googling and standing in the hair color aisle with glazed over eyes once again.  At least everyone will know where to find me.