I went with a brown henna, one that Blackbird talked about this summer. I chose it for two reasons:
- I wanted something that would fade with time and not show roots. I don't have much gray now, but I will eventually and I don't ever want to have to deal with roots if I can help it. (Wishful thinking, I know.)
- I try to avoid bringing harsh chemicals into the house because of Graceful's Tourette Syndrome. The research on whether or not chemicals can worsen tics is incomplete, but I'm not taking any chances, so an organic hair color is a must.
As for the color, I went with chocolate brown, which I thought would be close to my real color. I really and truly only want to cover the 17 gray hairs that shine like Christmas lights on my head, not test out the theory that blondes have more fun.
Plus! Think about it. CHOCOLATE brown henna. How could I resist? That's like telling me not to buy Hershey's shaving cream or M&M deodorant or Ghirardelli body lotion.
Here's what I learned:
- That chocolate brown is too damn dark. Next time, I'll try a lighter brown. Seriously, this henna color should have been called Dark Chocolate and what I really need is Milk Chocolate. (In many ways.)
- That Melissa, the other half of the Dynamic Duo of Shoe Shopping, is truly the greatest friend. When I called her asking if she knew how to speed up the process of removing henna from hair -- getting a one month process down to, say, one day -- she quickly found the necessary info online and emailed it to me.
- That I need to slather Vaseline all over my hairline before doing this again because I spent several hours with a lovely assortment of light brown spots that yelled, "Incompetent woman who can't color her hair without making a mess!" Luckily, an email to Blackbird provided me with ideas for fading dye from my skin. I was concerned that I might need a power sander to do the job.
- That it wasn't difficult to do and that I shouldn't be afraid to take risks like this. In fact, it's not really a risk. Yes my hair is too dark right now, but so what? I can laugh about this and it's not permanent and it's not a big deal in the grand scheme of things. Seriously. A botched boob job? That's cause for concern. Hair that's a bit too dark? No big whoop.
- That my husband -- having been gone all day and not knowing about my chemical experiment in his absence -- will not notice for at least an hour and, when he finally does, is nice enough not to come right out and ask if I'm channeling Kelly Osbourne. (Better than Ozzy. I say.)
- That women who spend two or three hours at a salon having their hair colored are GODDESSES. 45 minutes of walking around my house with a plastic bag on my head was more than enough for me.
- That I am more vain that I care to admit to myself.
- That I will do this again, I'm sure of it.
Updated Monday afternoon: I had lunch with a college student today. A 21 year old guy. The first words out of his mouth were, "Jen! What's up with your hair?" Now, go back up a few paragraphs and re-read that part about my husband's powers of observation.