Did you know going gray is becoming a popular style option in sophisticated cities? The keeping up with the roots problem must be exhausting. Wow, for once in my life, I'm in style, and maybe even ahead of my time?
Mine has never been colored. Lately, the girls have commented that I need to shampoo with the purple shampoo for silver hair. I tried to find some without any success.
In our current culture, wild colored hues of hair are normal. We hardly take a second glance at the burgundy wisp of bang, the skunk stripe on the temple, the platinum mop laying atop the shadow underneath.
When I was little, colored hair was a big deal. A brazen few dared the copper penny red, or the sun bleached looking frost. It was the old ladies that were a source of surprise. Once in a while they would show up with blue hair. It usually faded within a short time, but it was out of character for these matronly
souls who looked like every speck of adventure had dried up long ago. What extreme daring do!
They would show up at church with this strange shade of blue hair. Looking sheepish. No eye contact was made, nor was it mentioned in polite company.
It wasn't until I was an adult and lived next door to grandma that I found out the secret. When her hair started turning yellow or rusty, she would get out the bottle of Mrs. Stewart's Bluing from the behind the laundry supplies. It was a bleach alternative. She didn't know it was safe and green and better for the environment. It worked to whiten whites, that's all.
Guess what I bought yesterday? And washed my hair with today? Mrs. Stewart's Bluing. A few drops were added to shampoo. My hair is still wet and in a towel at the moment, but hopefully it won't be blue when it dries. I only added a few drops. If the results are a stunning, shimmering silver - I'll charge you to use this information.
On the back of the bottle is a recipe for a magic salt crystal garden. Dang, I wish we were still home schooling - I forgot to do this one! I don't want strapped down and diagnosed with dementia before I grow my garden; I need to find a kid to borrow to legitimize the endeavor.
This garden is made for Washington, it doesn't need sun. Hallelujah.