Getting real about my roots

I'm not sure what's more ridiculous. Me, in the bathroom of my hair salon snapping a photo of myself -or- the fact that I posted it here for all of you to see.

One of things I love about social media is how I can network all day long, while hiding behind my carefully selected avatar. But this, my friends, is me in all my foiled glory.

I've been highlighting my hair since I was about thirteen. I was born a towhead blond, but somewhere around puberty my light tresses got darker. That's when I got my hands on a bottle of Sun-In. I bypassed mist and went straight to full-on spray. And I sprayed. And sprayed and sprayed. Then, I spent the afternoon lounging by the pool. The fact that the first ingredient is hydrogen peroxide was completely lost on me, until I looked in the mirror and realized I had turned my hair orange.

Months later, I went to a salon to get my hair trimmed. The hairdresser surveyed my two-toned strands and said, "Girl, you need highlights." I never looked back.

Today, I have quite the rainbow sprouting from my head: highlights, lowlights, some natural color and even gray.

So girls-- and guys-- do you have any adventures in hair color? Any do-it-yourself disasters? Or are you au naturale?