Today was hair color day. These days are coming more often lately. Actually I’ve been coloring my hair since my mid twenties so it’s not like it plays with my head that I’m old enough to have to color my hair or anything. I just wish I didn’t have to so I wouldn’t feel so high-maintenance. It’s not this gray. But it could be if I left it alone long enough and stress reducing yoga doesn’t work out.
I asked my colorist once (okay, maybe more like a hundred times!) if I should just let it go. Her reaction, don’t even think about it. But of course she would say that. I won’t. I’m much too vain and too insecure to go gray. Helen Mirren yes, Janie no.
I don’t think hair should turn gray when your older anyway. I’m not one of those anti-aging gurus.I just figure take care of yourself as best as you can and pray a lot. Most can’t be fixed. It’s hereditary or just natures natural course. But why gray??? When you reach middle age, when most women start turning gray (I’ve always been an over-achiever) life is just getting colorful. Your kids are older and in some ways less demanding. You have come to terms with so much. You are in the autumn of your life. Why gray???? How about rainbow hair???
Wouldn’t that be fun?? But only if every forty something and onward were walking around like that. I bet women wouldn’t fight over parking spots or other nonsense if we all looked like Bozo. I bet we’d all walk around happy and laughing. But no. We go gray, blah, boring gray. No wonder we’re cranky. And so we color. Every three-four weeks.
Black or brown. For that we get excited!!
As for me, thank you Mr. Goldwell. Now I have dark brown hair again, no gray!!
And it says chocolate right on the box. We were meant for each other.
How ironic, Grey’s Annatomy just came on:))