What You Get For Dyeing Your Own Hair
Back in 1984 when it was not the style,
I accidentally dyed my hair navy blue.
Walked into the beauty school.
They screamed with laughter.
This is what you get for dying your own hair.
Can you get rid of it? I asked them.
They asked why I had let it stay on so long.
When I could see in the mirror what it was doing.
I did not bother to watch it developing.
I am a writer, not a freaking hairdresser.
And certainly not a professor of hair dye.
They had to shave my head.
Also not common for women in 1984.
Maybe I was forty years ahead of my time.
I got ostracized and ridiculed for that too.
By everyone but my husband who was silent.
He is no fool.
He knew who had access to his toothbrush.
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