I grew up a red head, as was my mother. About ten years ago my hair started getting darker and some gray
and thats when I started dying it. It's kinda funny because when my manly man and I met that was one of the strikes against me was my red hair, and that it was short. Then he went on a mission to Northern Italy (lots of red heads) and came back loving red heads. He never minded the girls dying their hair as long as it was red. ( not that that stopped Rachel from dying hers, blue, black and a few others) So, I'm going to try not to dye my hair anymore and accept my black and grey. I know my Manly Man would like it red again, it did make me look younger. Oh, vanity, Oh, vanity.
It's an easy pattern. If your interested just tell me and I'll e mail it to you.