done

I did it.
I went, nervously, at lunchtime yesterday. My hair guy (my hair GENIUS) was waiting with his tray of smelly stuff and tin foil sheets.
There were three or four terrible blonds in the salon and I was nervous. They were as yellow as a post-it pad, a legal pad, a taxi! I begged him not to make me blond. I showed him a picture on my phone.
I don't know if I can get you that light, he said softly, and off we went.



It took a long time.
Lots of foil squares.
I could never have done it myself.
He put me under a dryer, hothothot. A timer went off. We went back to a sink (no mirrors!) and he rinsed and peeked and made thoughtful faces while I was bursting with curiosity.
There's a little spot of yellow-ish orange over here, but I think we can lift it.
He messed with it for a while and then had an assistant mix something else which he applied in sections and sat me down in a station with a mirror.



No glasses. Tough to read and wait. Stared at my head for a while, wondering.
The last thing in the world I wanted was blond. Slight panic.
Three sets of timed waiting and finally back to the sink for a long gentle, cool, rinse and a heavy conditioning.

Back to his station for the blow dry.
It didn't look like much wet, but as soon as he had a section dry I was gasping.



It has a dozen shades of grey.
White in some spots, very pale blond in others.
He matched my mostly white roots and there are a few areas where my actual hair color is showing.

And, do I love it?


I do!