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Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Nursing Home Red

That is what color my daughter colored my hair last time... she likes it but dang her hair is red, black, purple, with a bleached streak.... not kidding... she's a hair dresser and let me tell you she sports the do

How can a daughter and mother be so different...

Me getting ready to go to town... pull on jeans... don't care that they're too big for you or fifteen years old... over sized sweatshirt and comfortable shoes... ten minutes later walking out the door

Missy getting ready to go to town... wash and style hair... makeup... jewel --- everything has to match... perfect outfit for that day... two hours later walking out the door

I'm happy to tell everyone my hair is back to brown... I don't have to avoid old folks home in fear that they might run after me thinking I'm a resident that had escaped. 

This is what you hope for when you color your hair red




This is what you get... nursing home red






2 comments:

Wanda Stricklin Robertson said...

What a fun story! My hair has never been red, but I have known a few. :)

Irene Latham said...

What a cute pic of Missy!