roots, rock, reggae

So, the title of this has nothing to do with what I am going to write about.  Well, I shouldn’t say nothing – I want to write about roots, but they aren’t the tree kind.  They are the hair kind.  When I searched for roots this sweet picture came up, and I thought it was way cooler than a picture of hair roots, so I used it.  The title is something Bob Marley says and when I tried to think of a name for this post, it’s what popped in my head. 

This has been a pretty big week for me.  My hair has grown enough so that parting my hair in the middle doesn’t look totally awful.  I love a middle part.  No more dying.  I found four gray hairs around this time last year and thought dying it was the answer.  It was an answer alright – the wrong answer.  It also made my hair more susceptible to color replacement with hard water.  The home we are presently living in has a well and a salt filtration system.  At some point (most likely because of a power outage), the cycle was shifted and the recharge was taking place during a high use time of day.  The recharge cycle was never reaching the fully completed level, so the iron kept building and building.  The result; the top middle of my head now has orange hair, right in the area where the shower hits.  Although my sister’s favorite color is orange, mine is not.  Orange hair is not okay, but thankfully that is growing out, too.  Hopefully the summer sun will lighten my hair with natural highlights and I can go back to having a normal, natural color.