Okay, so every 4-5 weeks...I put my hair in the hands of a very skilled hairdresser/colorist. You see, I am prematurely gray, thanks to both (yes both) of my parents also being prematurely gray...and my brother too. Being blonde, though, it's a little easier to cover up. Sometimes I wish I could just get a full head of hair transplant so that I didn't have to go through the coloring every four weeks, then watch the roots grow in. I know, I know...that's not what it's for or how it works. But still, it's nice to think about.
Oh, and "I have my hair" is something I used to say when I was little...guess even as a toddler, I was a bit vain about my hair, heh. :)
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