When I first found out I was going to have a biopsy that came with major surgery, I was bummed.
I suddenly felt the need for change.
So where did I go?
Well, I still need to go to Sephora, but I went right to my hair salon.
I’d been falling into the trap of using a lighter dye on my hair in order to camouflage the gray. The more gray that would come in, the lighter we would go.
It looked OK, but I was starting to get major zebra stripe once my hair started growing out, and I choose color weaving specifically to avoid that type of thing.
I looked at that dark band and bam! It hit me that instead of trying to play the blonde-ing game and winding up looking like an OC Housewife, perhaps it was time to return to my roots. Literally.
We took my color much darker, and she did a very fine weave, as opposed to a chunkier one so that I would get the maximum amount of dark color.
If I do say so myself, it looks rather fabulous.
It brings out my skin tone more, my green eyes pop, and now I can venture toward darker eye and lip makeup without feeling like a painted trollop.
And can you see my grays? Well yes, but they actually look kind of good and help to give my hair a nice dimension.
My young padawans, do not be afraid of the dark side!