Amy Lu's View

With the end of this week I finished my sixth week of working entirely from home, and of Staying At Home.

That feels significant and something I should observe in some way. I’m not really sure what to say, though–time’s going too fast, work is stressing me out, I like spending more time at home and I’m starting to deeply bond with my vegetables while at the same time I desperately want to go out to eat. I can’t even let myself thing about going to or much less being in a show again. Pretty sure I’ve said some variation of this all before in the last six weeks, and I’m sure I’ll say these things again.

“…I’m starting to bond deeply with my vegetables while at the same time I desperately want to go out to eat.”

–Me, this blog post

I did dye my hair yesterday–not necessarily in honor of the end of Week Six, but it’s as good a reason as any. I think it’s been at least eight weeks since I’ve dyed my hair–definitely a record for the last 20 some years. I always dye my own hair these days, so I wasn’t holding off because I couldn’t get to a hair saloon, but it just didn’t seem worth the effort. Chad says he prefers a more natural look, and I’ve been a little curious to see just how grey I really am, so quarantine seemed like a good time to experiment, but I finally just got sick of it.

I think I’m about 40 percent grey, but I’m just guessing. I didn’t really embrace the “natural look” or conduct a good scientific experiment as I was still using spray color to touch up some of my roots. (My hair is an amazing chemical cocktail of dry shampoo and spray-on color some days). If I do decide I miss my grey, it won’t take that long to rediscover it–I started using semi-permanent dye before lockdown as I read that permanent dye is a potential carcinogen and I was dying my hair A LOT–so my dye job will fade pretty quickly. Plus I don’t think the semi-permanent dye covers as completely as permanent. It also makes my hair feel a little gooey and crunchy.

So. Wow. A whole rambly post about dyeing my hair. I’d say that this is what SIX WEEKS STAYING AT HOME WITH NO END IN SIGHT* during a pandemic does to a person, but I think we all know this is just my normal level of self-involvement and obsession.

*Making my standard but more and more true and relevant disclaimer that I do realize how very, very lucky I am–in everything, but especially COVID-19 life.