God has proven He knows what He's doing in every area of my life, so why not see what happens when I grow out the grey hair I've been coloring? I've been contemplating this for a few years, and now I think I'm ready to see the color God chose for me. I may end up looking my age, but that IS my age - duh. Get ready. My hair will look bad for at least a year . . . or not? I decided to ask a hair specialist to match my natural color coming in. I grew it out almost two inches, so he'd have a good idea of my natural color. He may have gone over-board, but I didn't want to go through the "grow-out" stage. Here's to hoping this was a good idea!
I spent four hours in the salon anticipating the results. The guy wanted me to go blonde, but I really want to be my natural color, so off we went. Before we ever got started, I told him I didn't want him to blow-dry my hair. When he was finished color-matching, he pulled out his blow dryer. I reminded him I didn't want my hair blow-dried. To this he responded, "I do."
Here I am after four long hours in the hands of a CrAzY mAn. Could my hair be more fried?
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