ita, can I ask a personal question that I hope isn't too invasive?
Why the blonde?
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ita, can I ask a personal question that I hope isn't too invasive?
Why the blonde?
amych, what's your natural color? What's your grey percentage? Target color, if you decide to dye?
Usually, as I recall, covering grey works best if you do a neutral brown followed by an overlay of the color you want or something like that.
I haven't had to try that, yet. When we were doing Paul's hair still, we dyed it black, avoiding many of the issues one finds with reds.
I've been getting a few grey hairs. Nothing really too noticable, but they've been there since I was about 19.
I'm really not sure where my genetics are going with this. My mom had significant grey by 35. My dad, at 59, is getting kind of salt-and-peppery.
Why the blonde?
I've always wanted hair lighter than my skin. And with my skin, I've gotta go blonde. I have nothing against my natural hair colour, but I find blonde a great distractor. You're less likely to notice any flaws in my self-administered haircut, I wager, and it looks like I've actually given a fuck. It sure beats actually styling or combing my hair, which I avoid strenuously.
I was told to go with lowlights if I wanted a more natural look with less maintenance look. it doesn't cover everything - so the root thing is n't as noticable. the ony reason Ididn't was that my neighbor does my hair in my house. I lose her - and I will look into it.
and yes all my greys are in the front
I've always wanted hair lighter than my skin. And with my skin, I've gotta go blonde. I have nothing against my natural hair colour, but I find blonde a great distractor. You're less likely to notice any flaws in my self-administered haircut, I wager, and it looks like I've actually given a fuck. It sure beats actually styling or combing my hair, which I avoid strenuously.
Cool.
Ack! Worlds collide! I mean, not really *my* worlds, but I still feel all wigginsed by it.
Oh, and wigginsed should be a word. Or I need sleep. It's debatable.
Cass, I mean, it was wigginsy enough that we visited the same schools on the same weekends (he and another guy, actually...I wonder if the other guy randomly knows someone I know!). And now this!
Okay, that post creeped me right the hell out, and I'm not any of those people!