Can we talk hair for a minute?
My hair. It’s … it’s … God, how can I describe it?
OK (she typed, closing her eyes for strength): It’s Donald Trump color, in a Rod Stewart shag.
Kill me now.
Stick hot pencils in my eyes.
I knew this would happen, I called it a couple of weeks ago, when I first saw it turning… orange.
Now it’s full-on. I may have to resort to drastic measures. I have 3 boxes of some kind of Clairol product in my bathroom cabinet. And I will use them, yes I will. All the boxes, if necessary. Full metal jacket, tonsorially speaking.
And, of course, I have … scissors.
I’m sorry, Kristen at Color Me Krazy in Cornwall. You will have wreckage to deal with someday, hopefully soon. But desperate times call for desperate measures….
I have two passions: animals and words. And I have managed to spend most of my life combining those two lvoes, using words to create awareness, to touch hearts, to help alleviate suffering, and to just make the world a kinder kind of place fdor all living things. I spent more than 30 years as a jo0urnalist at The Bergen Record newspaper, and have t a lifetime een using the power of words to XXX