I don’t know what color my hair is because I have been dyeing it for about 25 years. Clearly it is some kind of gray, but what kind? A beautiful silver color like my 95 year old mother? A kind of pepper and salt, like many of my friends in their late sixties and early seventies?
Through high school, my hair was blond. In college it turned a kind of auburn. By the time I reached my thirties, it was an ordinary brown. In my forties I decided to become the red head I had always wanted to be. My first adventures were with home color kits and even the mud-like henna. The results were sometimes hilarious. As my income rose, I turned to the professionals who were able to create the same color every time. It was so convincing that I began to think it was real.
Well, now the jig is up. To be honest, I’m kind of curious. What color is my hair? Watch this space.