I colored my hair Monday. The purple was a temporary summer thing, and it had faded horribly, so it was time for a change. This time, I went “Brown Black.” Basically, as dark as I could get it without actually going black, because from past experience, black is very difficult to get rid of. And usually involves me shaving my head six weeks after…
I love, love, love the new color. It didn’t take 100%, but the way it did take left some delightful purplish highlights.
And one silver STREAK. Which I find delightful and hilarious.
When I was a teenager, I always said that if I ever went grey, I wanted what I called “witch wings,” aka those silver streaks just at the temples. I thought they looked cool, and if you had to go grey, that was the way to go.
Genetically, I shouldn’t have expected to grey like that. My mom and dad both went grey early, but it’s all over. My dad is in his 50s, and he’s fully grey head to toe. My mom bleaches and colors hers, but naturally, she’s grey all over, too.
But me? I got the temple silver, just like I asked for.
And apparently, I’m going to have to embrace it, because it will NOT allow itself to be covered with hair coloring of any type.