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So many Greek-origin words to be found under ‘x’ in the dictionary, don’t you think?

This particular one — xanthous — strikes me, perhaps because it is one of the few adjectives I’ve seen among the few x-words that exist… And perhaps because I find it an apt description of myself.

I have, in fact, had in my lifetime all three colors of hair described: yellowish, brown, and red.

As a newborn, I was so blonde you couldn’t even see my hair: it was white.

As a toddler, my hair was still white-blonde. Once I reached elementary school it was more yellowish.

By the time I hit junior high, red-golds had started to shine through. And when I hit adulthood, I was in dark blonde/light brown territory.

I have purposely changed my hair color over the years, but always — quite unbeknownst to me — I was choosing from the xanthous spectrum.

With the exception of my chop-off-and-dye-myself home salon experiment during the first summer of COVID (the color being the box variety that washes out in eight weeks), I have not messed with my hair color in eight years.

And that lack of coloration means my hair (now long again and in need of another whacking off home salon style) is gradually finding its way back to its ‘roots’ (so to speak).

I’ve no doubt that my hair is well on its way back to its color of origin: minus the qualifier of ‘blonde’, it will one day once again be white. 🙂

Is your hair xanthous?

Do you experiment with cut{s} or color{s}?

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For this year’s A-to-Z I am asking (and answering!) questions.

I’d love to hear your thoughts on today’s topic in the comments below. 🙂