My mum had dyed her grey hair certainly as long as I’d been alive, and I was well-used to the ritual of home hair dye kits. My dad used to don the plastic gloves and do it for her in our kitchen.
I experimented with a range of colours, different shades of brown, even a kind of carrot orange colour for a spell at uni. Once I got my job as a university professor I decided to get my hair coloured professionally.
After chatting with my hairdresser, we decided to let the grey grow for a few weeks to see what it looked like, then she would tint my dark brown hair as light as she could go without bleach, cut it sorter (to a long bob length) and then we’d see what happened.
I was, as I promised myself, transitioned in time for my 50th birthday in April 2016. So around sixteen months. I must admit the bob had to keep going shorter and shorter to reach that target!