Yesterday, I colored my hair. It had been a long time since I'd done this as, once again, I was under the impression that, if I let my natural color grow out for a few months it would finally be all silvery and beautiful - not mottled colors. I could see my husband giving me that look (he thinks you should fight back aging with a power saw and ninja nunchuks as hard as possible). You know the look? When he talks to you he looks at your hair that is pulled back showing off all of mother nature's lovely lightening effects.
So I colored it. I used the same brand and same color I've used several times before. It must have been defective labeling or a mix-up in the bottles because now my hair is dark. Too dark.
The only thing I can think of to do now is try, after about a dozen washings, to get it to fade out - but it's permanent color that is supposed to last 6 weeks.
Or, I could head out to Las Vegas and join the Elvis Presley impersonators. So let's practice, shall we:
Lift that lip
and curl it on one corner
So if I'm not posting for a while you'll know I'm either in Vegas, baby! or busy washing my hair.)