I stopped coloring my hair a few years ago. Yes, this was a huge decision that took months of mental preparation. The monthly routine and expense of keeping my tresses dark and silky had become more maintenance than I wanted to deal with. The chemicals I was putting on my head and the fumes I was inhaling into my lungs was also making me feel sick. Yet, underneath all of those years of cheap box color there was beautiful white hair. Who knew? Now in the event of a world crisis collapse, I won’t have to worry that my color won’t be in stock at the local Walgreens.
In a post-apocalyptic world, there will be a multitude of challenges I will have to face. The weather app on my phone probably won’t work, so I will need to read a barometer. There will be no more eBay, so I must be able to barter and trade chemicals with the neighbors; like bug repellent, motor oil and salt. My little vegetable garden in the back yard will have to increase its yield, so I should also stock up on Miracle Grow…another favored chemical.
My stocky, German grandmother was a career gal in Washington, DC; she always said she felt naked without her lipstick. She would then reach inside her huge brassiere, pull out a tube of ‘Perfect Pink’, apply it to her lips and then stuff it back inside along with all of her other treasures like her change purse, huge house keys and government issued ID card. The storage capacity of her brassiere reminded me of Mary Poppins carpet bag.
There are so many chemicals I have become dependent on over the years; like moisturizer, toenail fungus remover and White Zinfandel.
When the world has gone to Hell and I tend to my vegetable garden; beads of sweat and dirt will roll down my face. I will blot them with the sleeve of my ragged cotton dress. The sun will beat down on my frayed straw hat and I will pull a tube of “perfect pink” from my pocket. I understand what my grandmother meant. I too would feel incomplete without it.
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