See it’s like this. I dyed my hair black all through high school, but I always wanted to do at least my tips or roots or something (anything!) a funky color. My mom said no and wouldn’t budge. Once I became an adult I was working one job after another and funky hair just wasn’t an option. You’d think that somewhere in time I’d have grown out of it. But right now I’m in a spot in my life where I have no one to report to outside of my family, and I could use a little funky in my life. Even my mom says it makes sense. Not that I asked permission, but I did warn her. Oh, she has loosened up some in the decade plus since I graduated high school so it would have been cool. But as I said, I wasn’t looking for permission. Just validation. Which I got. And I’m going with turquoise.