So, what is that old saying??? Blondes have more fun. I was a blonde from the day I was born, then for some reason my body decided to age on me. Dang! After that extremely fun experience called menopause, my hair darkened considerably, and my son informed me that I could no longer call myself a blonde.
So this past weekend I took the plunge. I dyed my hair. I went out and purchased some hair coloring that I thought looked close to what I had been when I was married twenty-one years ago, got up Saturday morning and did the deed. Half an hour later I looked at myself in the mirror and .... YIKES! Who was that?
Time and hormones (or perhaps the lack of such) caused the blonde hair coloring to turn my hair somewhat reddish. Sort of a Strawberry Blonde. Not at ALL what I was expecting.
I've been living with it for five days now and it still startles me to look in the mirror. So I've decided I'm going to live with this for about six weeks and then ..... I think I'll pick a different color and give it a shot again. After all, it's not rocket science. I can play with it and see what happens next. Which color should I try next ..... maybe Raspberry blonde????