I haven't seen my natural color since I was 13. That's the year I wielded my very first bottle of Sun In, with hideous results. My mom thought it best to remove the orange, so she coated my head with a color-stripper. Well, my friends, not only did it remove the orange, it removed the brown and the red and the golden blonde... I had completely white hair. And, well, the rest is history. I have been every shade of every color, including jet black during my "alternative" phase in college, and I am quite curious about the actual color of my hair.
Of course I should be very thankful that I actually even still have hair, given the torture I have put it through, and leave well enough alone. But I believe that beggars CAN be choosers, therefore I am moving forward with my little experiment. I suppose I should make it clear that this, in NO way, means I plan to stay with my natural mousy/salt/pepper disaster, once it has been fully uncovered. I just want to see what it is, exactly, I am really dealing with.
Anyway, this picture was taken this morning, approximately 8 weeks since my last dye job. For all you waiting on pins and needles, I will try to keep you updated monthly. Unless I get too bored (or too depressed) to continue and run to the drugstore for my favorite L'Oreal natural brown #6A. I am feeling very committed, and I know I will find plenty of love, support and finger-pointing here in BlogLand, so let's get this party started!
And, of course, if I had Angie's gorgeous red hair, this wouldn't even be an issue.