From brown to steel.

The top of my head on my return from the hairdresser isn't white, or silver but more like steel, I think. Giuseppe did his best to mix the residuale brown colour with the new growth.
I needed to change something, to feel a sense of power, however tiny because lockdown is so frustrating and I'm tired of banging my head against a wall.
It took me some courage to take this step. However silly that sounds, there is an identity issue here on a par with spare body parts, from teeth to joints. All part of accepting and coming to terms with aging, I suppose
I sowed some mixed lettuce seeds yesterday. I'm really missing a munch of covid free salad.