On Monday afternoon, I went to my hair stylist and had blue highlights added to my hair. The blue covers a lot of the dark brown, too, so the effect right now is mostly black hair with blue highlights - kind of like Superman's hair in the old comic books.
Reaction has ranged from bewilderment (my dad and step-mother) to enthusiastic approval (my husband and the band for which I auditioned yesterday). I'm sure there are people questioning my sanity behind my back, but I've already been through all of the realistic hair colors, so now it's time I got creative.
Because I work in the creative department of an ad agency, there's nothing in my life that precludes me from running around with blue hair. I waited until my Soroptimist Club presidency was over, just for propriety's sake, and now I figure I'm free to look any way I want.
One happy side effect of the blue color is that people I meet are assuming that I'm significantly younger than I really am. One of the band guys yesterday said, "So, are you about 24 or 25?" No, but thanks so very much! (I didn't tell him my age. My current answer to that question is "Old enough to know better.")
The audition went well last night, incidentally. I think the band has the raw materials to get four or more sets learned and ready to play out in a couple of months. Unfortunately, their practice room is tiny and my ears are still ringing this morning. That setup is going to have to change - particularly since my not-25-year-old ears don't bounce back as well as they used to anymore.
So that's my news for now. Today's the day the conference kicks into high gear, with classes spread out over several buildings. It's going to be a long, tiring day. Wish me luck!