I was walking through the woods with the hunkiest guy in high school when, all of a sudden, he yanked out a strand of my hair and started to laugh. I was just sixteen years old when he found my first grey hair.
It couldn’t have been some observant, nerdy guy in the chemistry lab smelling of formaldehyde, oh no! It had to be the (normally) kind, talented, tall, athletic, blue-eyed, dark-skinned, most popular guy on campus.
Needless to say, we remained “just friends” who would go on to have the occasional platonic date over the course of the few years that followed that oh, so funny, ha-ha event.
Being of partially-Mediterranean descent, my hair grows like a weed. And there is more of it everywhere with each passing year. I am convinced that by the end of my life, I will resemble Cousin Itt.
I became friends with a pair of tweezers really fast. I took care of my grey by plucking it out until my late twenties. Then it became too time-consuming to use this method.
I went to salons for hair care when I could. It was affordable to me at the time. And, knowing what a disaster I am when it comes to using scissors or anything chemical to my hair, it was worth the cost.
In recent years, however, I, like everybody I know, have had to look to where I could cut personal spending. I revisited the risk of doing anything to my own hair. After some experimenting, I’ve settled on Clairol’s Perfect 10 Nice ‘n Easy product. Or, as I like to think of it, disaster-proof coloring.
Occasionally, when I’m already getting that once-in-three-months trim, or when I just don’t want to do that back-bend in the shower to avoid rinsing out the hair color onto my body, I will splurge for a touch-up. But spending the $45 to $55 extra dollars just gets harder and harder to justify.
So, I continue to use Perfect 10. Besides, it makes for a great middle-aged date night with my personal hairstylist husband Jean Claude Philippe Pierre de la Frugalité ¡Que sexy!