I grew out my dye job. I do that every few years because I want to know what my hair is really doing. I'll have to get Pete to take a picture so you can see it. I kind of like it and I think I'll leave it a while. Over the last few weeks I've been catching myself in the mirror and feeling kind of satisfied. My hair is short with a little grey streak in the front and a little more grey peppered through the sides and back. The rest of it is chestnutty auburn, I guess.
In my travels I've been seeing friends of mine with similar hair - short and uncolored (they're all guys) - and feeling like I'm in good company. Finally the other day I realized the real reason I like what my hair looks like now: I look kind of like Jon Stewart. I don't have time right now to make a hilarious yet disturbing composite photo. Maybe later.
The grey doesn't bother me. I'm so glad to be as old as I am. The things I have learned over the years are so worth the grey hair and saggy skin. For example, back in '89 I worked for an animation company. It was a fun job but stressful. I liked every single one of my co-workers but some of them could be really moody. I was 23 years old and I didn't realize that their moodiness had nothing to do with me. I thought that some days they liked me and some days they didn't. Probably accurate but that was their fault and not mine. Sure, some 23 year olds already know better than that but I didn't. Thank God I do now.
Chances are good that I will dye again. Spring usually has me feeling dismal so I may need to perk myself up with some color. We'll see.
Now I'm going to unhitch Fay from her wheelchair and head over to my studio to make a painting based on a Japanese sticker of a cute sandwich with a face.
Okay, it's later: