One thing you might know about me is that sometimes I can be impulsive. Like the day a week and a half ago when I woke up, looked in the mirror, and decided I didn't like my gray hair anymore. So I am wise beyond belief but does the world need to be reminded of that by being forced to look at my hair color? (kidding about the wise part)
Anyway -- off to the market I went in search of not only a decent shade but one guaranteed to cover the uncoverable, stubborn, pigment free follicles of silver all over my head. Should I have sought professional help?? Possibly. Would I be quadruple the ticked off if I ultimately didn't like the color? Pretty much.
I opted for Le Petit Salon Self Serve de Walmart -- Eisle 21 next to the Bed Head knock off brand "gotta be...".
Light brown number six with gray retexturing pre-treatment. It goes on yellow proceeds to an orangy rust before arriving at the final destination -- black. The instructions explicitly read "the color on your head is not necessarily the color your hair will be." Now that's a relief.
All said and done light brown is a whopping helping darker than gray and I wasn't sure I liked it. Almost no one noticed the transformation lending heavily to my notion that I might be invisible until one friend gasped -- ohmyfreakingosh I love it. If she likes it that's good enough for me considering that if I take off my glasses everything's blurry anyway.
Clairol One - (eight hundred) - help me... knows the color of my roots... but no one else needs to.