Only my hairdresser knows for sure!

I've been trying to get to my daughter's salon in Saint John all week.  First it was a snowstorm, and I rescheduled my appointment for today.  Then earlier this morning we discovered a baseboard heater problem and now we are waiting for the electrician to show up.  I had to cancel my afternoon appointment.  

So, armed with some professional product, and with some phone instructions from my daughter, my hubby agreed to at least color my hair. 

He's such a good sport, and by the way, he was feeling pretty confident about the whole thing by the time he had applied all my color.  He then kindly offered to do a cut, but I politely declined.  I told him I didn't want to ruin my good Fiskars fabric scissors on hair...ha ha.   So,  I think I'll just get a cut next week in South Carolina.