Yes, once more the silver threads among the gold have been vanquished! I may be wrinkled and I may sag, but I refuse to have grey/white/silver hair. So with my Clairol in hand I returned my hair to its ashy blonde. Is that my real color you ask--inquiring minds want to know---? And well you may ask, my own Father asked me that one time. No, it's not quite my own color, I was a cross between mousy brown and ashy blonde.
For a few years I dyed my hair black and that was interesting, but it wasn't me. Since my early 20's I've been some sort of blonde and that's what I'll stay. I can just see me in my walker, struggling over to the sink, Clairol bottle in hand, dying my few remaining strands of hair, when I'm 96.