I Am (Sort Of) Like Pocahontas

Today I asked my sister-in-law to lowlight my hair. Nothing major, just a semi-permanent color to add "richness and depth"....or at least that's what the dye bottle breathlessly promised.

Anyway, she used foils on it, which was something my kids and my nieces had never seen up close. They eyed me suspiciously the whole time, chewing thoughtfully on snacks, and watching the goings-on from the safety of the kitchen table. At one point, Lotus announced that I "looked like a fish" with the tin foil "a bunch of shiny scales". They took great interest at the final product, and couldn't wait to see what it looked like when I removed my "scales" and washed out the dye.

When it was all finished, and I had dried my hair, they crowded around me. My oldest niece looked at me, then solemnly pronounced that I looked like Pocahontas. The other two girls nodded their agreement.

"But!" Kala said suddenly, "like Pocahontas looked before she jumped off the cliff."
"Jumped off the cliff?" I asked (I've never seen Pocahontas).
She nods. "You don't look like her then. Buuuuuut......" she tilts her head to one side and studies me. "If you run through the house, really fast, and your hair flies out behind you, then it'll be ok."

So if I'm running next time you see me, it'll be because I'm attempting to get all the cliff-jumping look, with none of the bothersome cliff jumping.