I traipsed down the stairs to face the first coat of my painting job from the night before. The foyer walls stared back at me indignantly.
“Well, isn’t this a fine mess?”
I’d just come from the bathroom and the reality in the mirror. My hair had said the same thing. You see, I was growing out a pixie cut and had been dye-free for almost a year now. Hairs stood up in silver disarray.
My in-between walls and hair had entered the ugly stages.