When I decided to color my hair, it was not because I suddenly had a desire to be a blonde bombshell or a foxy redhead. As a 50-something-year-old, it would have taken more than a bottle of hair dye to transform me into a bombshell or a fox. I suspect it would have taken full body liposuction and a stupendously gifted fairy godmother. Fortunately, all I really wanted to do was cover the gray that was waging a war with the brunette follicles on my head.While most of my friends had the good […]



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