With stray grays and blah browns threatening a hostile takeover of the sandy, sun-struck territory at my part, I knew what I had to do. I promised color guru Jason Backe, when he made me a Clairol blond, that I'd see this experiment through by touching up my own roots. The rubber gloves in the box made me nervous – like there was potential for this project to go horribly awry. I brushed the goop on the roots where my hair wants to part, but there was so much left. So I started flipping my hair to the other side and dabbing dye on those roots too. Then I worried the touch-up was touching too many non-touch-up hairs and I might end up with a partial Gwen Stefani. But, 10 minutes later, I dutifully rinsed and voila, no damage done; roots seemingly covered. Saved time and gobs of money. I might do this again!