Because I'm Worth It

Oh the joys of Loreal Preference. At the ripe old age of 24 I got my first white hair. It was an extremely traumatic event for me. I wasn't OLD. I was only 24. This was the same year I separated from my husband. I blame it on that.

The problem is that every year since then, the number of white hairs has increased dramatically. I can't in all fairness continue to blame this on my divorce. After all, that was years ago. I love the natural color of my hair. It's unusual, it's pretty even. When I finally resigned myself to the fact that I was going to have to start coloring my hair, I was beside myself. I didn't want to change the color of my hair, I liked it.

I went to a wonderful stylist who was able to match my color very closely. I was so excited. I was NOT excited about having to pay 80 bucks for it. In fact, one could say that I was the opposite of excited. I kept this up for a while. This was during what I like to call my "Broke Phase". I was having a good deal of financial difficulties, so the 80 dollar visits to the stylist came to a screeching halt.

I just let the hideous white hair grow in. A couple of years ago, I was getting tired of the white hair. I am still a young woman and I don't want to look like some white headed witch. So, with much fear and trepidation in my heart, off I went to the drug store. It was the first time in my entire life that I attempted to color my hair on my own. I was petrified. What if it looked hideous? What if it looked hideous and I couldn't wash it out? What if it just stayed hideous forever? I agonized what seemed like forever over which hair color I thought matched my hair the closest. Finally I made my choice and headed home to change history.

I went home and read the directions carefully. OK. I could do this. With a little help from Sissy I colored my own hair. I was about 30 years old. I don't think most women go that length of time without at least trying a new color. Not me. I like everything the same........same, same, same. Sameness is comforting to me.

I was really surprised. My hair didn't fall out in clumps. It didn't turn some grotesque color. The coloring didn't sear my scalp, or break me out in a rash. In fact, it looked really good. It was VERY close to my natural color. This began a beautiful friendship between myself and Loreal Preference.

Because my schedule got really crazy the last part of the year, I really hadn't given much thought to my hair. It was the least of my worries as my regulars will know. I was REALLY looking at it Friday night. It looked bad. Really bad. The white hairs were attempting a hostile takeover of epic proportions. So, off I went to the drugstore on Saturday. It had been so long since I colored my hair, that I forgot how good it looks. I know that one day the WH (white hairs) will achieve their takeover attempts. Just not today. Thank you Loreal, thank you very much.