You gentlemen may want to tune out unless you enjoy a good laugh at my expense. One of the side effects from my recent surgery was that the hair surrounding my face turned white. It didn't bother me because I haven't known the real color of my hair since 1954. The first dyeing attempt when I got home turned out a deep mahogany red rather than the medium auburn I expected but there was nothing pressing on the social calendar so that didn't bother me too much. Color change is easy. Then we got a dinner invite to a fancy restaurant with only 2 days notice. Well, the hair color had to get toned down for this one and I made a trip to the pharmacy for the proper stripper that left me totally exhausted. I read the instructions to find I needed TWO boxes of the stripper so that meant another trip to the store. I used the stripper as instructed and after rinsing, shampooing and drying I looked in the mirror to discover my head was covered in orange sherbet curls.
You have never seen a more tangerine haircolor. They don't make fright wigs that color. It looked exactly like the Salmon Pink chiffon gown I wore to my last prom. I'm not sure where the curls came from. After recovering from my bout of hysterical laughter I called on a friend to pick up some extra dark blond dye and lend me some help since I was beginning to get pretty tired. After she stopped laughing and pointing at my head she assisted in putting the new dark blond color on my hair. I'm so glad there were no cameras handy.
By this time I was in a race to beat the clock and the clock was winning. Whatever color it turned out to be was going to be it. I will have to do another dye job when my poor body and my hair have a chance to rest but I have to admit it could have been worse. I am now sporting a not very fashionable strawberry blond color. 5 years ago I would have loved it and DH says it looks like the color my hair gets in the summer when I get neglectful of such things. I think I am going to invest in a good wig. Sandy