Perry’s nephew, Coty, accompanied me on a trip to Wal-mart. While picking up deodorant and toothpaste, he holds up this box of hair color and tells me it’s a must have. Not for him — for me! I didn’t put up much resistance before throwing it in the cart, but knowing what I know now… I probably should have.
Obviously feeling daring, I work the color through my hair. It wasn’t until I started rinsing it out that I got really nervous. The rinse water mixed with shampoo in the tub looked like I murdered a blackberry cobbler with Cool Whip on top. You think the photo to the left looks bad? You should see me in sunlight! Or before I re-washed with Dawn dishwashing liquid about 10 times.
I just noticed that my hair is the same color as the polish on my toenails — Bogota Blackberry. I’m totally color coordinated.
If you’re old enough to be a grandma, you probably shouldn’t take hair color suggestions from a 19 year-old dude.