You can’t argue with time or Mother Nature. Well, you can, but you’re never going to win!
You might recall that, for my birthday in March, turning one of those milestone ages, I went nuts with my hair before we went off to Spring Training in Arizona.

At this game, a little girl, maybe 4 or 5, pointed at me and said, “Daddy! That man has pretty, pretty princess hair!” (PPPH!) I was delighted, that was exactly the vibe I was going for!
The color lasted for eight or so weeks and then started to fade. Once it got pretty dull, I went and had it re-dyed. The second time it only lasted five or six weeks, then faded. I got it re-dyed a second time. This time it only seemed to look good for about three weeks, and I’ve really noticed it being not just faded, but CONSUMED by my (now) naturally grey hair.

The blue side still has a bit of tint to it, but not much.

The purple side? There might be 1% or 2% of the color left, but the other 98%+ is grey.

It’s been a TON O’ FUN, and I’ve truly enjoyed it, but it was time to face the inevitable. The other side effect has been consistently been having my hair longer than I’ve had it in forty years, and there’s a reason that I always keep it short, shorter, or shaved. I find even a little bit longer hair to be an annoyance. Fun’s over! I want my old, short, grey, easy to care for hair back.
Done! A quick trip to the local Great Clips and it’s the old me.
Time to start plotting what color, style, or other batshit crazy shenannigans I’ll try to pull off in ten years!