Going Gray

It happens.  My hair is getting lighter and lighter.  I love it.  To me it is an honor.  So many people never have the privilege of seeing those white strands multiply.

Years ago, when I just had a few shiny white strands, my mother insisted that it was time to cut my hair short and color it.  Remember those old commercials?

Yep.  That is what came to my mind.  I looked at my mom like she had lost her mind.  The last time I let her style my hair I ended up with a gravity defying boufaunt and a banana clip.  Nope nope nope.

Now my hair is even longer.  My mother looks at my hair with a sour look on her face.

After years of nagging I decided to give in and used blue splat.  Then my daughters started getting into the act.

My poor mom.

Recently I looked in the mirror and realized my once dark hair isn't so dark anymore.  I'm not sad at all.  It makes my fun colors show up even brighter.  I let Dragon pick the color and now I have very fun, very long hair.  Without damaging my hair with bleach, I have a fantastic vivid color.

Love it.

I love my gray and I love my fun colors!