One of the biggest things I regret not doing in college was dyeing my hair crazy colors. Unfortunately, I always had a part or full time job that didn’t really appreciate cotton candy tresses.
After graduation I felt like i’d pretty much missed my window of opportunity since a “real” job in the “real” world wasn’t likely to be any more indulgent than my college gigs were. But then I met Jennifer. She was a mother of three, recently divorced, crazy exuberant, talented artist, teaching a class one night a week for local professionals who were trying to get back in touch with their creativity. She was twenty years my senior and she had bright blue hair. And I can remember thinking, “Wow, if she can do all of this maybe it isn’t to late for me.” Jennifer made me think a lot about what “growing up” actually meant, and about who and what I wanted to be. So along with a few of my other aspirations, I am putting my dream of shockingly pink hair back on the list and maybe, just maybe, after the last of the wedding photos have been snapped, it’ll be time.
Images from here.