Living on the Edge

The other day I decided I would take the plunge and do something drastic with my hair. I wanted something totally different. Since I rarely get my hair done (like only a couple of times a year) I went all out (I refuse to feel guilty since I never do this). I booked my appointment, brought my book and headed to Anita's to be coiffed--Oh Boy!

I took a ride on the wild side and picked out some snazzy colours to add to the blonde I've had my whole life. I chose platinum and copper. So I sat in the chair and held my breath, both fearful and excited at the outcome. Afterwards she cut several inches off. Why not? I thought, better do it while the going's good.

In the end I was pleased--not ecstatic. I made my way home wondering what the 'fam' would think. As I opened the door with it's chime, they all came running to meet me (as they always do). "Hi guys" I said while exchanging kisses and hugs, "notice anything different about me?"
They looked at me with blank stares and replied...."No" and off they went again.

There went my moment of feeling 'risky'.
Okay so maybe I need to work on my edge a bit.

I guess to them I'll always be mom.