Complete and Utter Fluff.

To be fair, it often is.


To dye, or not to dye. That is the question.
Whether ‘tis nobler in my age to suffer
The slings and arrows of OUTRAGEOUS gray hair,
Or to take pigments against a sea of silvering,
And by painting cover them? To dye, to shade;
No more; and by a shade to say we end
The heart-ache of the thousand natural colors
That hair is heir to, ‘tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d.

Don’t mind me. I’m just contemplating coloring my hairs again.

This is the color it turns when I dye it black. Because my hair is freaking AWESOME, that’s why.

3 thoughts on “Complete and Utter Fluff.

      1. When Bon is happy, the world rejoices. For now we are so happy, we do the dance of joy.

        Or maybe just sit here with a glass of mead and nod our head to the rhythm. 🙂

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