The Mice Will Play
This is what my daughter did during her first semester at college at Utah State. I feel a bit out of control since leaving her and her sister in the US at college and running off to Saudi Arabia. I may deserve this, since I have always told my teenagers that I don't mind them experimenting with their hair as long as they don't experiment with drugs or sex. But Daughter #4 is going a bit further than any of her sisters have. Yikes.
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posted by Bored in Vernal @ 1:24 AM
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Well, Mama Cat, I guess as long as her grades are good, that is fine. I guess...yikes.
i've always resisted coloring my hair (i've embraced my strands of silver since they first started appearing when i was 16). but if i ever did it, i think it would be to make a statement, not to conceal something i didn't like. bright red flashes in among all the dark brown. or something. i say enjoy her playing with all that color.
My mom blames the hair color generation on Sesame Street. We all grew up seeing things with pink, blue and green hair, so it doesn't seem so weird. Notice how I put myself in this category. I never had the guts to do more than a bleach, and it only lasted a couple of months, until I had to play the organ for a televised BYU devotional. Which was the day after a boy told me I looked like I was wearing a pelt. My little brother, though, pink, green, polka dotted, everything. It's easier to grow out of if you've actually done it, and don't spend your time wishing you had.
Good golly, Miss Molly! I know you're not all that worried about changes in hair color. If that's all, count yourself lucky!
...Sesame Street...lol!
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