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November 20, 2003

on becoming a blonde for spiritual reasons


My dear hairdresser has had such problem with my wish to be blonde, blonder, blondest - wait until she has to install the white streaks that I am planning next. She doesn't understand that my hair is part of my quest for light and not a fashion statement, though fashion statements are not beyond me. She greets me, "hi blondie", looks doubtful, hesitates, and tones (not the vibrational, the liquid). I take these as signs of her sweet disapproval to which I have not succumbed. I am very insistant. If she tones me too much, which has happened twice, I come back the next day and make her lighten up. I bring recycled tapes from Esther Hicks, with which to plie her. She just doesn't want me to be brassy. Last time, she bleached my roots white. We're getting there.

Posted by Dakota at November 20, 2003 06:16 AM