You missed the good hair moment

I had a good hair day going.

Or thought I did.

Somewhere after putting the Sebastian Potion 9 on after the shower and when it's fully dry and I start to push my hair out of my face, there's a short period when my hair looks pretty good. The curls hang together in ringlets, not too frizzy, and the front looks kind of styled and nice.

That window was about 10 minutes today, and it was around the time the mailman came, requesting $5.95 postage due. Which I paid in change, because I had no bills. But at least it was during my good hair moment. I hope he appreciated it.

At least ... I thought it was a good hair moment.

After that I pulled the front back (to keep from running my fingers through it and ruining it) and had Iliacat take a picture in the sun, so you could see the ringlets in all their good hair glory.

Except ... when I came in and dumped the pix from the camera, I saw this:

Do you see that? What color would you call it? Come on, you can say it, it's not like it's not there in plain sight. It's not even "dark brown, graying fast" is it? It's just plain gray! except for maybe those tips of ex-henna at the very bottom.

I reasoned that it might be the blindingly bright sun, washing out the color. And of course the shiny healthiness reflecting the bright sun and blue sky.

So we took another picture, in the shade. Mostly.

Uh ... do you see the problem here?

That one is very gray, too.

Is that really what my hair looks like? Am I in such severe denial that I thought it at least still looked sort of brown?!!?

Worse yet, there are no clearly defined bouncin' and behavin' ringlets. There's just fuzzy ringlets and frizz.

I had my hopes set on proof that I had a good hair day, and a great picture to document that maybe I CAN grow my hair long AND nice looking. That maybe, even, it would grow long and lovely and curly, and not get thin and frizzy like my last pathetic attempt at long hair.

But ... apparently the good hair moment was only in my imagination. There's the proof staring at us.

Yikes.