Day 67- Feelin Sassy

Howdy!


        Happy Friday! I don't know about you but I'm so incredibly excited to have no plans. That's right I have next to no plans this weekend and I couldn't be more thrilled. I have time to actually complete some papers and assignments! Won't that be treat...Well anyways I have a pretty chill night ahead of me and guess what? I have even more hair stories to tell! This time though they aren't about me...I hope you're enjoying these even in the slightest.

Memory #67

                So before my mom was diagnosed with cancer she used to dye her hair all the time, you know to cover up all 'the gray' that ladies really deal with in their 40s. She never strayed too far from her natural hair color it was always pretty much a dark brown, light brown if she was going a little crazy. (Totally a joke)   She usually got it done professionally but I remember a couple of times in elementary school when she was having to juggle both Sambo and I she tended to do it herself. It usually came out just fine and came out the right color and all that jazz but this one time I remember it did not go exactly as planned. The story according to my mom went a little something like this. She told me that she was in a rush at the grocery store and consequently was also in a rush of picking up her dye. When she got home and started to color her hair I guess she lost track of time because she said she hadn't really looked at her hair too much when she came to pick us up from school. Now my mom's hair was not an outrageous color or anything. In fact unless you saw her every day/and was looking super close at it, it didn't really stand out that much. My mom had accidentally dyed her hair a dark red. Not that big of a deal but when you've had consistently dark brown hair your whole life...that is quite the change. The funny part about it was Sam's reaction, because to be quite honest I didn't really notice it at first. When it was pointed out to me I kind of just shrugged and went on with my life (That's the kind of kid I was) but Sam...oh my lord Sam almost didn't get in the car with us. He was so certain that lady with reddish hair could not have been our mom. It was pretty funny (not for my mom initially) and I just remember my mom referring to her red hair as her, "Sassy hair". Sam did not approve of sassy hair.

Love Always,
Erin