shall we call it reindeer red?
I have decided to change my hair color.
This is one of the perks of being a woman, I think. We can arbitrarily decide to become a blonde, brunette, or redhead depending on our moods. And if I have to color the dreaded gray streaks that seem to be infiltrating my follicles more and more lately, I may as well have a little fun while I do it.
I was born a brunette, and for many years it seemed to naturally darken more and more as time went on. Then one day I discovered the first of many gray hairs. It’s been all downhill from there. Like a snowball rolling down a mountain.
I was just coloring my roots. You know, get rid of the gray with the least amount of change. But it got boring. So I added highlights. And I hated them. Then I became a redhead. And I got tired of that. So I went back to my natural color. And after a long stretch of my natural color I developed amnesia and got highlights again.
This is where I am now—streaks of platinum blonde in my dark hair have grown out to reveal new growth of gray scattered in with the dark brown—and it looks horrible. But thanks to the magic of color in a bottle, I will be going back to a dark red color starting tomorrow. If it doesn’t work out I will chalk it up to a holiday experiment.
As long as I don’t end up with Ronald McDonald red, again.
Surely I’ve learned my lesson after that one…
Until the next time…I’ll be coloring my hair!