New hair day

It was my new hair day today. Every 7 weeks I get these grey pieces in my head that remind me that I am not 18. I have to tell you, I prefer to look at my life through young eyes. Something happens on new hair day for me... my hair goes crazy. Its like going to the vet with Kaos, they just know someone with gloves are coming. I am sure Zizi my beloved care giver to the curls always thinks I walk around looking like birds are trying to nest in it. Once she has brushed, colored, and straightened I walk out a new woman. Somehow walking around with straight hair makes me step different. Its a very sophisticated grown up look. Much like putting on a great outfit and knowing it looks good. Can I really change my life by changing my hair? Possibly, but I like who I am with my crazy wild red hair, fits into my life. But every 7 weeks, it feels good to grow up... but only for two days.