The phrase "back to my roots" used to conjure up Sundays spent at my grandmother's eating homemade raviolis... now the phrase means — for the second time this month — I am dying my hair. I can't take it. I am busy and have no patience for this. How can I concentrate at a business meeting with a white halo around my head? How can I possibly meet up with "hot young guy" in daylight?

I wonder how many other women are sitting at their computers timing the dye in their hair? Please don't call and tell me, you know I can't put the phone to my ear right now.

Though I have chosen the media industry, I come from a long line of hairdressers and my daughter, who's in college, also happens to be a licensed hair "superstar". It's fabulous! She saves me a fortune and I don't have to sit in public with dye dripping down my forehead, plus I get to use the "good stuff". There were many years I could not afford to get my hair colored at a salon, and I know that's the case with many single mothers.

Anyway... this week, due to conflicting schedules, my daughter was busy and I lost patience and I went and bought the drugstore brand of hair color and tried not to drip on my computer while I "cooked". When I washed it out... it didn't take. Bummer. Yesterday we both happened to be free at the same time and I put her in a headlock for round two. Then somehow, while I was "cooking", I found this little tidbit:

About 54% of women color their hair, and about half of those do so exclusively at home, according to research conducted by Procter & Gamble. Another 10% use both home and salons, while the rest go regularly to salons, where coloring ranges from $50 to more than $300.

Personally, I'd like to see the statistics for how many women are communicating with hair dye in their hair with other unsuspecting people.