My hair is a little darker in our quest to eliminate any golden/orange tint that showed up when my hair dried. Wet, it just looked normal. We will see how this goes. The problem was not just the brassy shade that showed up after a few washings – even with special shampoo (and in the summer, sun) – but the startling contrast it made with my roots that are a blend of white and light brown. It was actually the brown aspect that made the most contrast. Maybe as the brown finally gives up the ghost, I will lighten the color so it will mesh better with all white. Who knows.
Anyway, I want to thank Donna of Scizzor Worx for working with me. My paternal grandmother had gallbladder trouble and hair that was her natural color way into her 80′s; I inherited the gallbladder, but not the hair gene. Rats.
So, what to do now? I am feeling less down. I think because I did something and I am thinking, well, maybe that is a good tactic for other things in my life. Try a little action. I guess this most is mainly for me, writing about it to aid helping my brain forge pathway of soldiering on. I know that phrase makes one want to giggle, but right now, the little melodrama helps.Makes me think of the Home Guard and the cheerful song in that Angela Lansbury movie, Bedknobs and Broomsticks.