Several colors mentioned to me regarding my hair color.
However, on this last touch up, I was finally feeling like the old me, “good ole blonde.”
That is, until a collegue came up to me before the start of my day.
“Did you have your hair colored?” she asked.
“Yes! Last night!” I replied.
“I like it; I see you went darker,” she continued.
(deflated. hurt. upset. sad) “Uh, huh. A little.” I said as I walked away… and asked another teacher to quickly tell me what color she saw.
“You’re blonde, but not as blonde as Her,” my one friend said.
“You’re blonde; not as blonde as me but blonde,” said another.
“You’re blonde and it’s light,” said the man who takes no sides.
So, I went to my class, feeling somewhat better by the one comment that at least felt I was lighter in color, until I asked my younger collegues.
“Collegues, what do you notice about my hair?” I asked.
“You dyed it; and it’s orange at the bottom but that sometimes happens to my mom too when she tries to go blonde.”