Last year I met a woman in the grocery store that had purple hair. I stopped to talk to her and asked if I could take her picture. She was absolutely thrilled to have her picture taken.
Purple has been my favorite color for a very long time.
Although as a very young child when asked, I said red. I think maybe it was suggested by someone else, that red was my favorite color.
Back to the purple-haired lady.
We ended up talking for quite some time. She told me she was a retired nurse and that she still volunteers at the local hospital.
She said that one day on a whim she decided to dye her hair purple and that it was a good decision.
Purple hair lady told me as a nurse over the years she found that one of the best things to speed recovery was for the patient to maintain a sense of humor and for them to find things to laugh about or to be happy about.
Now, when she walks into a room to see a patient, their face lights up and they smile when they see her hair, it makes them happy and that makes her very happy.
The purple haired lady also told me that her daughter was horrified at her hair color choice and told her “to act her age.”
She said she was in her late 70’s and she had no intention of going back to her natural hair color.
I’ve thought about that lady on and off this past year. It was such a pleasure meeting her and listening to her outlook on life and happiness.
She and her hair made me smile.
She was also a spitfire.
Recently, everywhere I go, women have purple hair; causing me to have purple hair envy.
I dyed my hair purple last week.
The box the dye came in said it was Lusty Lavender and was a rebellious color.
I’ve had purple hair before.
About 15 years ago I bought some hair dye stuff that came in a can which I sprayed into my hair. Mr. Cottage put green in his hair to be supportive and he likes a good laugh too.
The spray can stuff said it was temporary color.
I sprayed it on my hair just before heading out to sell my work at an outdoor art show.
I got wet.
I had purple streaks running down my face.
I’ve asked my friend, the miracle worker, who has been doing my hair for over 30 years to give me purple hair. She always refuses. I asked again the other day, her answer was the same.
She told me to do it myself.
So I did.
Thank goodness, I don’t have any children to tell me to act my age.
My purple hair makes me laugh at myself for being so silly, and ridiculous.
It makes me smile for throwing caution to the wind.
If your favorite color is purple, you have a purple personality, according to Empowered by Color. I read their take on purple personalities, for me, it was pretty accurate.
Thank you all for your conversation, comments and thoughts on the last post. D.A. you have given me some things to think about. Thank you.
I’m smiling. That’s it for today.