What was I thinking?
A few months ago I decided to stop coloring my hair. It's seriously been twenty-five years since I've seen my real hair color. I've never been a blonde, but there were quite a few years I did the red thing. For a long time now I've been coloring a little darker brunette than my natural plain ass brown.
At one point in the grungy 90s I went all the way to black. I kid you not when I say I looked like Uma Thurman a la Pulp Fiction--bangs and all. It took four hours and $150 to get out of that habit. (Although the girl who did it was worth every penny!)
I thought I would like to go au naturel. And it's not even the idea of the world seeing my gray hair that's bothering me. I don't have any hang-ups about getting older and all that entails. It's how absolutely awful it looks growing out.
Aah! Much better!
Some day I will give up the color. I will discuss the proper way to go about it with the girl who cuts my hair instead of trying to go cold turkey. Some day. Just not to-day.