Taking Matters Into My Own Hands

Seeing as I won't be going back to my colorist anytime soon, I opted NOT to let my gray hair grow out naturally. My university ID will be the last vestige of my bottled youthful hair.

 This woman is brave...

I can't do the silver back gorilla look for a year.  Not that kind of brave.
First, predawn attack on the brown dye job:

My mother mistakenly takes this color as the final product.  "You look like Trump", she tells me.  Ahhh, a mother's love.
Dyed my entire head grey.

There.  Going to be saving a lot of money here on out.  

Bonus, I'm the same color as Micah!!!