I know what I said. I remember and believe me, my husband doesn’t let me forget. I said I was done coloring my hair. I came to a hair color crossroads about a year and a half ago and truly didn’t do anything to hide my gray for about two years. Last night, I caved.
I threw a bunch of hair stylist jargon around at the salon, highlights! NO, lowlights! Dimension! Natural! Shiny! Essentially I said . . . and my stylist finished for me, “You want to hide the gray.”
So we began a process that has my head still reeking of chemicals and me feeling guilty for being vain. But would a vain person have snapped this photo and tweeted it, sharing my head full of foils with the world? No, I think not.
To our dismay (mine, and my stylist’s) my hair came out a bit, well, highlightier than we’d intended. I didn’t freak out. She said she could fix it, and I trust her, so I sat back and snapped another shot as we embarked on The Hairdo, Take 2. By the way, that’s not a giant cataract, just the flash bouncing off my left eye. Also? Yes, this is what I look like without any makeup. Hot, huh?
Not to leave you hanging, I’m sharing the final result – very subtle gray-masking highlights – just what I wanted. And look Jason! Wrinkles! (Sigh.)