A guest post by my friend Gail Crane:
When I was in high school, my friends always commented on the grey hairs I already had. Not many, but just enough for people to notice.
In my early 30’s, my Mom commented that I needed to dye my hair as I had too much grey for someone my age.
So I began the every 5 week task of dying my hair.
At first I had it done by my hairdresser when I would get my hair cut, but finally I decided it was too expensive and my stylist told me how to do it myself.
So for 30 years I’ve covered up the increasingly grey, or rather, white hair on my head. At first I colored all my hair at 5 weeks.
Then as I got whiter and whiter, I had to also put color on at 2 ½ weeks–but only on my part, around my face and at my neck. Otherwise I started looking like a skunk!
I have played with different colors. My original hair color was dark brown. I’ve been dark brown, light brown, reddish brown, and that brassy blondish brown that happens from putting color on your whole head each time instead of just the roots. Now I mix two together to get the color I want.
It really doesn’t take that long to color my hair, but every time, I dread the process:
Covering up the counter top, spreading towels on the floor, and putting on old clothes with a towel pinned around my neck to keep any color drips off of my clothes, skin and especially the floor.
No matter how hard I try though, I still seem to drip some of the mixture (which starts out white so you can’t see it) onto something. Then voila! You have a black spot on your floor which is unable to be removed.
We’re waiting until I finally decide to go grey to get new flooring in our bathroom. No reason to do it yet.
I often toy with going grey. I see many women with beautiful white hair and wonder how I would look.
My sister, who used the same color as I did for years, said she was going to stop coloring her hair when she retired. And she did, going through looking like a skunk to get to her pure white hair. She likes it except for the pink scalp that shows now.
Sometimes when I start seeing those white roots appear, I think it would be nice to not have to bother with the messy coloring process.
Sometimes I wish I had never started coloring my hair in the first place.
But for some reason, I just am not ready to be grey. Will it make me look old? Make me feel older?
I don’t think I’m ready to go there yet.
Maybe, just maybe, when I retire in four years.
But maybe not!
Gail Crane is a long time friend of mine. She lives in Hillsborough, NC with her husband Joe and her two cats. She says she’s a little more vain than she wishes she were, but even though she admits to being officially old, she’s just not ready to look it! Her two grown children don’t want her to go there yet either.
Decided to go grey? I’d love a post about your decision. Shoot me an email! Thanks!