This feature is completely random, but maybe I’ll have some fans that can relate to my third-life crisis.
I have a confession: this is not my natural hair color. I started putting highlights in my hair as a freshman in college. The highlights took a big toll on my wallet, so after many years in the salon, I parted ways with my hair stylist and started using store-bought hair color. My bank account was happy with this decision, but how would my hair respond? With the help of my Momma, we found the right color and she’s done my hair now for over 5 years. After college, I eased off the blonde and tried to get closer to my natural color and last fall I made the big decision to stop coloring all together. Big mistake. I was ok with having major roots showing as my hair grew out all the color, but a few weeks ago B made a startling discover. He looked at me, looked closer and then said four awful, gut-wrenching words that a female never wants to hear: “you’ve got grey hair”. It wasn’t just a random single strand either, no, there was a whole patch growing! I didn’t believe him at first, but after he pulled out 4+ strands of silvery white hair (he stopped because he said there was too many to pull out!), all I could do was pout.
So, my plan of having natural hair again was kaput. I begrudingly made the trip back to CVS and purchased my first box of color in months. I am stubborn and refuse to “age naturally” with gray hair, so it looks like I’m in for life now, which is why Loreal box number 6A is my new favorite thing. Any other late-20-somethings out there that can show some compassion and empathy with this issue?!
Update: I wrote this post in April, but somehow it got shuffled into the archive and never got posted. The photo below was taken at the twins’ birthday party and it was right after I started coloring again. Before Kate’s wedding in May, I decided to touch up the roots again. Unfortunately, I picked the wrong color and my hair came out black AND it was blotchy. Seriously, it was BAD. After numerous washes with clarifying shampoo, it didn’t look like it was getting any lighter (my hair usually lightens up quite a bit after coloring). I was panicked thinking that I was going to ruin my best friend’s wedding photos because I would stick out like a black sore thumb next to all the other blonde bridesmaids (yes, I was concerned about the photos, duh!). So, 2 hours before we were supposed to hit the road for Virginia, I colored my hair again. Three days after the first attempt and ONE day before the wedding. I’m nuts, I know. Thankfully, it lightened it up just enough, fixed all the blotchiness, and my hair didn’t break off from overprocessing. Note to self: box hair colors are darker than they appear! Now, my hair has lightened up even more, as usual, and I’m getting used to the darker side of things. Who said blondes have all the fun anyway?