I’ve dyed my hair for my entire adult life, including most of my teens. My first colour was blonde tips, done by my cousin when she was an apprentice hairdresser. For ever and after, from that day, I continued to dye my hair, mostly staying with blonde, except for a horror stage of plum red in the 1990s, just for something different. Four or five times a year, I would sit in the chair, for about two hours for the hair dyeing session. For the entire time, I hated doing it. This is not to be offensive to my hairdressers over the years. They were all lovely, but I just didn’t enjoy taking that time out of my busy life, to just sit and chat. I know that sounds ridiculous, as everyone I know, loves their pamper time at the salon. But I dreaded those days.
About five years ago, after coming home, from the usual two hour hair colouring session, I decided that enough is enough, and that would be the last hair colour that I would have. I made the big decision to let the grey take over and age gracefully. I decided right there and then, that I no longer cared about the colour of my hair. I remember it as being a very easy decision to make. At the time, I was doing all that was possible to simplify my life, and it just didn’t feel right to continue with my hair colouring habit. Going grey gracefully seemed to fit in with my general attitude to life – keep it simple and uncomplicated, and do what you love.
I can’t say that I like my grey hair. Actually I really dislike it, as it’s an awful grey really. I find myself looking at other people who are letting the grey shine through, and seeing lovely shades of grey or white. Occasionally I have been tempted to get some white colour put through to lift my dull grey, but usually come to my senses, and remember why I decided to forgo the colour. Mostly I really don’t care about my dull grey colour, and I know it ages me, but I’m just happy not to have to waste all that time in the hairdressers chair.
I remember at the time, that I was concerned about comments from friends and family. They had never seen me with anything other than blond hair. As I waited for the comments, I was really suprised that they didn’t come. I can honestly say that not one person mentioned my grey hair. Nobody asked me what on earth had happened to my hair. This just proved to me that we worry about our own appearance, more than others worry about it.
I’ve noticed that the fashion in blond hair today, is what I call ‘grey-blond’, or perhaps you could call it ash blond. I really don’t like this fashion at all, and can’t imagine why beautiful, young girls would want shades of grey for their hair colour. I always wonder why they would choose that colour, as the time will come soon enough that they can go grey naturally. I really like that I’m letting the grey naturally take over, and all I have to do now is learn to like my shade of grey. It’s not really surprising that I don’t like my shade of grey, as when I was blond, I could never hit on a colour that was exactly what I liked. So criticising my grey hair, is just me being critical of myself, and there’s nothing at all unusual in that for me.
I’d love to hear your thoughts about grey hair. Have you decided to go with it? I promise to reply to all comments left.
This post is linked to Denyse’s Life This Week
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