It's officially been one week since I've gone from auburn to blond and how has my life changed? Let's see. My gray roots aren't clearly visible at first glance, the purpose of the blond in the first place. Shelley the Super Stylist was right about going light. But my son still doesn't recognize me right away when I pick him up from school and I don't recognize myself when I walk past the mirror. I've started noticing older blond people everywhere. In the HBO movie "Bernard and Doris" Susan Sarandon wears a blond wig and frankly looks hot. OK she looks hot anyway, but it made me feel good. But here's the thing. I can still see those gray roots and my dialing finger is itching to call and get those roots covered. It's like walking past a bagle store with your jaws wired shut. I have to be strong. I have to be strong for the roots' sake. Afterall this whole experiment is about seeing what a 51-year-old woman looks like without the benefit of chemicals - at least on her scalp - the prescription chemicals I'm not willing to give up quite yet.

Speaking of which, and the title of this blog, there isn't a day that goes by when I think I have had my last "flash." Yes that's what I'm going to call them from now on, dropping the "hot" because instead of making me feel decrepid, it makes me feel powerful - kind of like a forgetful superhero. "Hi I'm Flash Woman. My power is to forget all, sweat in a blizzard and kill bad guys with my chin waddle." Watch out Stan Lee. I'm on my way.