Better Old than Orange

In honor of my upcoming 35th birthday, I decided to color my hair (to cover the sprinkling of gray). Faced with two color choices, I asked the stylist, "Which one would be more fun?" Bad move. The "touch" of copper she suggested left my hair the color of a copper kettle (a new one, not one turned green with age, thankfully). It's a shock every time I catch a glimpse of myself in the apartment's omnipresent mirrors. Feels like I'm wearing someone else's hair--hair that doesn't match my skin tone. Now that I think of it, maybe that's where the aged-copper green went--to my face!