Trying to Wash that Gray Right Out of My Hair!

My friend, Chrissy, who has helped me create this blog, encouraged me to do some posting on day-to-day life since arriving here.  Here is another post that fits into that category:


I've been lucky - hair lucky!  My sister, Sandy, has been doing my hair for about 2 decades now.  I am spoiled, what can I say.  As it got closer to us preparing for our big move, of course, my hair was on my mind.  I had thought about having her teach me how to color my hair myself and then purchase product to do it on my own.  But that could end up worse than other options. 

Before we left Australia, I got my hair colored since I knew I wouldn't have the language barrier there. By the middle of August, my roots were shouting out at me.  Oh, no!  Where to go. One Sunday afternoon, I ventured into a shop that had been recommended.  I had been warned that unless I wanted actual stripes I might want to forego the highlighting. A hair colorist came to me with hair swatches that were all different colors. We agreed on one that appeared close to my current hair color.  Then the process began.

The colorist arrived back at the chair with a bowl of color that looked like chocolate pudding.  Hmm! Seemed a little dark, but what do I know.  She started applying the color and then asked if I wanted my eyebrows colored.  I remembered when Sandy did this for me.  "Sure," I said and so she applied the color to my brows.  By the time she finished applying the goop to my hair, my eyebrows started to burn.  Where was the colorist now?  Reading a magazine in the corner.  I started visualizing myself looking like Groucho Marx.  Still the colorist was reading her magazine.  My hair was beginning to turn very dark. Finally she came over and wiped the color off of my brows.  Were they really going to be that dark?  OMG!  Next we went to rinse the color off of my hair. We went into a room that resembled an operating room.  I needed to climb up onto this bed with florescent lights in the ceiling.  I was seriously expecting the anesthesiologist to appear at any moment.  After my hair was rinsed, the woman asked if I wanted my hair shampooed.  Uh - yeah!  Four shampoos and a lovely head massage later, I was asked if I wanted cream rinse.  Uh - yeah!  Three more applications and another head massage.  I was walked back to my chair and the towel was removed.  Seriously?  This was supposed to be a match to my color before?  Luckily, I had an open mind and had expected that most likely my hair would not look the same, AND IT DIDN'T!  I am now a dark auburn haired woman with dark auburn brows (but I look much better than Groucho Marx).  When I received the bill I found that here, they charge you separately for the color, the brows, the shampoo, the rinse and the blow dry. Luckily my husband said he didn't mind having a "new" auburn wife for a change.