I'm vaguely uneasy about the color change, or rather the idea of the color change. I think I'm going to miss being a redhead, even if I don't miss having red hair. Then again part of me misses all the hair colors I don't have. And part of me still misses the presto chango, the "What color will Heather's hair be next month?" betting parlor, the way of recognizing myself that consists of glancing in a mirror knowing whoever I don't immediately recognize, it must be me.
And part of me wonders what year it will be when I come home all "Oops I fell down on the way home and now I have dreadlocks."
*(Closely related to the I've never been in salons beyond other people's wedding days idea.)