The die is cast!

Well, a tiny, insignificant one, at least - I'm touching up my roots with semi-permanent colour, no more permanent black hair dye for me. It's still a two component colour, so I'm not sure if it will make much of a difference, but I hope that it will make the process easier if/when I decide to go blonde.

Strictly speaking I can't do it before grandma dies, though. It's childish and stupid, but she would be so disgustingly smug and self-congratulatory if she saw me go back to blonde that I just can't face it. We have rubbed one another the wrong way since I was in kindergarten - there's this story about how I wanted to help grandpa dig up potatoes wearing a new skirt when I was five or so (some things never change, fun + pretty clothes = fun²), we got into an argument and it got so out of hand that grandpa intervened and told her to back off and let me get dirty. I must have been a horrible brat, of course, but our relationship is only slightly more civilized nowadays.