After Tom died, I began hearing the expression "bucket list" in different places. I decided to dye my hair so I could rest, knowing it had been crossed off the list. Well I have a confession to make. There isn't actually anything else on the list.
The most unexpected thing that has happened as a result, is that all of these older women, whom I previously met many times but had nothing in common with, could suddenly reach out to me. I'm not sure what it is. I think it's something about the salon now being a part of our shared experience, or a want to change looks or do something different. I imagined them younger, experimenting with their own shades of pink. I remembered talking about hair with C at Penn and Main, going to the grocery store in cornbread. I don't know if we'll see each other when we are older, but I imagine us very much the same. All mouthy and with long, streaky old lady hair.
tooker avenue
5 years ago
