, if you rinse it out and find it isn't all covered, you can do it again anytime, since it isn't damaging. The color tends to only improve with repeat applications, anyway. You won't be able to bleach over hennaed hair. It will lighten in the sun though, just like your natural hair does. It settles into a color and stays there, it doesn't get darker, but it can get richer, if that makes any sense!
The best henna made for hair I've found is the brand Logona, but I don't know where to buy it locally other than possibly Whole Foods, but I don't go there anymore. They add a lot of additional herbs that help the color and smell nice. If they had it at New Seasons I would probably buy that. I have found it online and may buy it when my current supply of henna is gone. I splurged on the henna bars at Lush ($20.45) last time I was there. It comes with 6 squares and I can use 2 squares at a time so it's not an outrageous expense, but it does border on luxury for me!
I'm completely out of my winter funk and it is AWESOME. I have the same usual worries and stressors but I'm not feeling hopeless and crushed by them. I think taking Silicea (boiron homeopathic) really helped, along with the regular D3. Sometimes I sit back and look at my kids and think, "what have I done!? I have two kids!" It just blows my mind, since I just sort of jumped into it, unlike, say... my sister, who has had a lot of time to think about it and is making definite plans a few years out. These past three years have gone by so fast! I love my girls, and I love being a mama!
And the more time I put into being a mama, the more I do not understand my parents. I thought parenthood would bring more clarity, but instead I'm like, "what's wrong with you people? It's like you were just watching the clock until we would finally leave home!" Our parents' generation is a strange one. My Dad and stepmother wouldn't do anything for me or my sisters without some kind of compensation. So I don't ask for anything. It's pretty much been like that since I was old enough to have a job (14) and was expected to buy my own school supplies, toiletries, gifts, clothing, and entertainment on my minimum wage 12 hours a week pay. It's not like we were poor. There is no way in hell I'd ask them to watch the kids! The older I get I realize it wasn't out of pure meanness, but more just out of thoughtlessness and cluelessness. So I accept it, and I've moved on.