One Must Mark the Passing of Years Somehow....

So, yeah, it finally came to pass. After dithering, and dithering and dithering some more, I walked into my salon of 3+ years, turned to Hatice, and said "all right. Do. Your. Worst.*" 

[She's been sort of whimpering about messing with my hair for, well, 3+ years.  I've been resisting because, well, my hair's always been perfectly fine, thank you.  But this past year I noticed the color's gone a bit...quiet.  And just because that's natural-to-aging doesn't mean it has to be accepted.]

The only rule was, the silver stayed. I've earned every strand, and since I'm not ashamed of my age, why cover it up? She agreed. After some discussions of Really Major Change, we went with "popping" my natural gold and copper highlights, chopped half the length off, and ended up with...



Which is exactly the natural shade(s) my hair was when I was 17.  With bonus! silvering.  So I'm kinda pleased.  But homahgod it's short, again.

And maybe (maybe, Hatice!) next time we'll go with scarlet.

(ETA: and yes, that is the photo of someone 15 days from 45.)  

*I should note that I went in to make an appointment.  H, knowing me far too well, said "we'll do it Right Now."

 
(the non-office area behind me is blacked out for privacy reasons.)