Some women go to the beauty shop to have their hair colored. For a vast number of us, that's beyond the capacity of our wallets so we color or perm our hair at home, reserving those rare trips to a professional for our haircuts instead.
At my house, we don't even do that. Instead we entrust our precious head of hair to the nearest family member with a pair of scissors. If that happens to be the seven year old, things could get lively.
I used to color my own hair, but age creeps up on all of us. After several tumbles resulting in damage to the shoulder joints, I can't hold my arms up long enough to color my hair so the house hunk pitches in. And since I have a problem with mirrors, he also does the chin waxing.
Next week all the last minute preparations for RomantiCon will also include the aforementioned hair coloring and chin waxing so this is just a head's up. If you don't recognize me, it's not your eyesight gone bad. You'll just have to check the nametag.
Anny Cook. That's me!