Don't get me wrong, I'm in LOVE with my new silver locks. I wouldn't change one strand.
Here is the thing. Its a long process. Its much longer than I anticipated. In my mind it would take a year. In about 30 days I will reach the 365 days with out color mark. I still harbor about 3 inches of dried out, old color that I'm not willing to sacrifice because I love my long hair.
Its a long process.
For the last several months I've only been able to focus on the chemically induced, faded, dyed remnants of my former self. Its all I see. Take a photo of me and ask me what I see. My friends say great hair, great smile, you look so darn happy. I see straw. Dried out, faded straw ends that need to go.
I won't turn back. I won't color again. These are facts deeply ingrained. I'm on a mission but the mission has hit a block I hadn't prepared to encounter. I was bored.
I was bored. Very, very bored. Until tonight.
Without forethought I nabbed my husband this evening to help me video our adorable chickens. "Honey, I'll hold the peach and you get it on video! Catch them going nuts"
My husband caught the chickens eating a peach. He also caught his wife's sparkly silver hair. Suddenly I think I can wait another few months. Suddenly I'm over the hump. Suddenly I have these cool silver streaks that would cost a fortune in the salon.
Its a process. Its a long process. Thankfully its no longer a chemically induced process.
