Or should I say, Gray Be Gone. An editor recently lectured me at length about the use of Grey (European) vs. Gray (American). I prefer to remain global, thank you very much. But back to the point. I had one of those epiphanous moments on the long ride from CO to AZ when I realized that I could actually color my own hair, any color I want it to be. It’s getting longer now, and the color is a salt and peppery mix of dark blonde, brown and grey, which I decided was not my best look. Especially since I am going wigless most of the time now. So, I just took matters into my own hands. Literally. For the first time ever in my life, I colored my own hair. Not only was it easy (except for a few drips…ooops), it was cheap. When I think of all the money I have spent (wasted, thrown away, squandered…?), I wonder why I haven’t tried this sooner?
My first salon experience was with my ex-mother-in-law (whom I dearly loved, may she RIP), who insisted that I go with her to her Beverly HIlls salon for the “works” when I was in my early twenties. I had beautiful blonde hair, but her hairdresser decided that I needed to brighten it up. So, he slapped a thick rubber cap on my head that looked like a swim cap with holes in it. He then took the sharp end of a comb and proceeded to pull dozens of strands of hair through the holes in the cap. Ouch! I have been a slave to salons ever since. Ka-ching. As silly as it may sound, I think I can do this myself! Sometimes you can teach an old dog new tricks.
Sep. 4, 2013
Judy Richter 