lavender pink kissed,
sun setting behind pines,
dipping under mountains.
“No, honey!” the mother said
reaching across that table and plucking
a crayon from her daughter’s hand.
“The sky isn’t pink. Here,
use this blue crayon.”
The little girl blinked tears.
The teacher leaned over,
and studied the picture.
“What a beautiful sunset
you’ve drawn!” she said.
For Charlotte, who is teaching crafts at the art gallery, and is amazed at some parents.
I have a blue brow.
This certainly doesn’t indicate any blue blood (though my children can trace their patrilineal descent to Charlemagne four ways).
What it does indicate is a lack of care during the rinse cycle, I suppose.
As you know, from the photo at right, I wear coloured streaks in my hair. At present, all the lower couple of inches of my scalp all the way around is a fuchsia pink, and there are long midnight blue strips on either side. On the right it’s just above the ear, on the left it goes right up to the top of my head. (This sounds strange, but looks quite nice, and garners compliments all the time, so don’t worry about my sanity).
The top of my head is very white. (To effectively camouflage the instant roots I get because my hair grows so fast).
Usually, my brows are almost black (like my hair used to be. >>sigh<<) but lately half of one has lost its pigment. Today when I finished rinsing out the dye and blow-drying my hair, I looked into the mirror and discovered that my formerly white brow, is now blue.
I’m not sure what I think about this.
It’s not that I’m adverse to colour, obviously I’m not. Perhaps it’s just that this seems like an awful lot of blue. I usually wear blue mascara and eye liner, and the gem in my left nostril is blue, as well.
I like serendipity, though. It is what it is.
I suppose next time I could accidentally dye it pink…