Yesterday I got my hair colored - all of it. After years of pretty and subtle highlights and now 8 years of pulling stray grays out of my locks, my gray hair started taking over. It has to happen someday - but being just barely 40 seems too young. Admittedly so, I actually probably waited 6 months more than I should of, but getting the hair dyed before 40 just seemed well, sad.
I chose brown - my natural color - I am such a rebel. Dan and I discussed red tones and even purple to amuse the girls, but I had pink hair in high school and thought purple hair at 40 would be just a little well, immature. Call me conservative - well actually don't - that would offend me...just call me a responsible 40 year old mom with plain brown hair. I also considered blond as I have never been a blond, but if I were a blond I would also want boobs, not that all blonds have boobs, but this one would want them. But alas, today I am still a brunette, sans gray, with 32aa's. The world is good.
I can sleep well at night also knowing that my brother Troy(who is just 10 months older than me) has more gray hair than I do.
I am thinking when he comes to visit this Winter(you are coming right?;-), I am going to take him to Dan for a new color. Gosh, I wonder if Troy likes pedicures too? Can you say Spa Day.