at my local coffee joint this morning, the lovely foreign girl behind the counter remarked favorably on the snow in my hair. in fact, she insisted that the color suited me and that i must immediately head down to the salon for a full-on silvery do. i giggled, flattered. then explained that my hair had indeed been that platinum shade of blond for almost six months about two years ago and that i had enjoyed it immensely. oh, how i miss the inventive stylings of miss tina.