Remember last spring when the facial woman said I had "premenopausal" skin?
Now this: I have a wonderful hair colorist, a color student named Paula at a high-end Manhattan salon. Color with students is practically free in New York and I've been with her since her first lessons two years ago. She's about to graduate and I think this time I'll graduate too. I've been the guinea pig for four colorists at the same salon for the past five years. And now that I have an income and all, I'm sticking with Paula when she is licensed.
Yesterday, Paula sweetly skewered my delight with the rich tones she'd just put into my roots.
"The gray is more stubborn this time. Next time we'll have to use double-pigment."