OK so I took the step. I went to Shelley the Magnificent - my hair stylist. She decided to pull my now 3/4 red, 1/4 white hair through a frosting cap and put in superlight highlights to ease the pain of root grow out syndrome. I wasn't paying that much attention to my hair actually. I was enjoying our conversation, the spring water and my time under the dryer to activate the lightener. I flipped through every glam and hair magazine searching for stunning gray heads. Truth be told there were one or two but they just looked like young hot models with gray wigs. No resemblance to moi. Shelley eventually took me to the sink, washed my hair then brought me over to the mirror and chair for styling. I screamed. I don't know what I expected but it wasn't a platinum blonde. Now truth be told my hair has been every color hair can be - including bald. I've been coloring for 25 years and in no way have been shy about experimenting. There was the New Year's Eve I let my four-year-old son pick out any color in the drugstore he wanted my hair to be. He wanted me to look like our black lab, Mikey, and picked out Midnight Black. OK here's the thing. The midnight part was a distinct shade of dark blue.

So it's hard to shock me. But the blonde did. And you definitely could not notice my effort to grow out the gray. Hey even husband who didn't even notice when I dyed my hair blue seems to like it. My son, however, is threatening to dump a bucket of red paint over my head to return it to normal. You know this blonde thing is growing on me. I don't feel as invisible as I did before and several of my friends really seem to like it. Maybe if I just chicken out about the whole gray thing I'll just keep the Jean Harlow thing going. When I can figure out how, I will post the photos. For now I'm off to celebrate my second half a century of life looking like someone else. I hightly recommend it.