Once upon a time, I colored my hair for the fun of it or even just for kicks, but not just solely to cover up my gray roots.
I remember years back, a time before I had kids or was even married, that I used to color my hair every four weeks religiously getting my roots done. I wouldn’t dare be caught with any such root growth.
By the way, I have also had every color under the sun done at one point or another or ’50 Shades of Color’!
See I am a natural born brunette, who has had so many different shades of blonde alone from dark blonde to platinum blonde. I have even had different shades of highlights, also been a red head, and even back to brunette for a bit.
And there was even one time, I actually had my hair over processed from dying it too soon after the last touchup, that I had my hair breaking from where the bleach overlapped that I had to cut all my hair off! Not one of my finer moments I admit.
Unfortunately for me, I took after my maternal grandfather (whom I loved more than life itself, but wish he wouldn’t have shared this trait with me) and started to gray young. I was 18 years old, when I looked in the mirror and found my first gray hair. It was mortifying and traumatizing for me to say the least. I remember grabbing my tweezers and plucking that one lone gray hair. But as the old wive’s tale goes, “Pluck one gray hair, two grow back in its place!” Now at thirty-five years old, I have more grays that I can count.Hair Raising for Sure…
Well, as I stated I was so very diligent to make sure to dye my hair in my youth. Again, I never went more than the four weeks of root growth before getting my next touch-up.
When I got pregnant, I followed the guidelines for dying your hair when indeed pregnant. After I gave birth to Emma four weeks turned into five then six weeks. Which, by the way, is bad enough as far as roots go.
Then I got pregnant with my second child and was put on bed-rest. I didn’t get my hair dyed from 20 weeks of pregnancy until Lily was 2 months old (well I couldn’t leave my bed and then having a newborn kind of also put a crimp in getting my hair done). All I will say is that my hair was definitely a frightening sight just like Fright Night.
There was even a time when both my kids were still babies and before they entered school full-time that I could count on one hand how many root touchups for my hair I had actually gotten. At that point, being a stay at home mom to two kids definitely put a damper on getting my hair and roots colored.
See it was almost four months and counting that I still hadn’t gotten a root touchup. And it was also October and actually closing in on Halloween, when my husband thought it would be funny to tell me I could double for Bride of Frankenstein for the holiday. So I got the message loud and clear and knew it was time to go get my hair and roots finally done! So thankfully, I did just that, but then it happened as I had no clue what to be for Halloween. Any advice or help would have been greatly appreciated!
Now enjoy a bit of humor on how to survive scary movies from courtesy of Scream and Jamie Kennedy: