The things I do for my "art"

I don't think it was very effective, but it could have been much worse.

I didn't want anything too permanent, in case I was cast as a gray hair, so I only went with a temporary dye. That's all well and good, but temporary dyes don't take very well on gray hair. I started out with a "light ash brown" color, figuring that was fairly close to my "original" color. What I actually got was somewhere between blond and orange. And even that was uneven, because I tried to do it myself.

Wendy informed me that she would not be seen in public with me looking like that. She gave me no choice but to go back to the store for some more dye. When I walked in, the woman behind the counter remembered me. She commented that my hair now matched my shirt (I was wearing a maroon BLT t-shirt at the time).

So I bought the darkest brown they had, and had Wendy apply it for me. It's still pretty light, but at least I don't look like I belong in a circus side-show now, and Wendy and Katie might consider admitting to knowing who I am. Maybe.

Moral of the story? It's a good thing I never had an ambition to be a beautician!