Who knew talking about gray hair would get such a response!
For clarification…when I wrote about coloring one’s hair, I was speaking of those dear souls who are absolute slaves to their hair dresser. Those women who spend untold hours and finances sitting in the chair, having their hair colored, their roots retourched, their eyebrows done to match their hair and so forth. However, if that’s your thing…do it with pride. My point was, for my lifestyle, it’s always been and continues to be a waste of both time and money. Although, I do put streaks of orange and/or purple in my hair just for giggles every now and again. It’s stuff that washes out and I don’t suppose is, technically, dye.
As to my hair and age…I started going gray years ago but it was difficult to see because my hair is so blonde naturally. So…for those who think I’m absolutely toddering with age, I suppose it depends upon one’s perspective. I’m in the middle of my fifth decade and started going gray in my third decade. My cousin turned gray, literally, overnight when she was nineteen. Others, like Leslie, started turning gray when she was sixteen and now has a crown of glory atop her body; she’s known far and wide for her beautiful locks.
I’m as fey as the Irish who spawned me as evidenced by the photo Skip Rowland took at the National Folk Festival.
My point, was and is, one has to be comfortable with oneself. Where ever we go…there we are. There’s no escaping being with ourselves and, when we lie down at night, we have to be comfortable with how we’ve conducted ourselves during the day, or, make things right as soon as possible. If coloring your hair gives you pleasure and you’ve got the funds, go for it. If you’re going into debt to color your hair, I would seriously re-think the matter. Almost nothing is worth being in debt, at least to my way of thinking; I enjoy freedom too much to be in debt. But that’s another topic for another time.
Pax.
Blessings ~ choices ~ freedom ~ fun ~ being comfortable with oneself ~ the folks who have voiced their opinions/thoughts ~
I love this picture of you, dear Sandra.
I got my first gray bits when I was 18. And my daughters made me promise to just enjoy gray.
Fondly,
Glenda
The streaks of color sound fun. I wish I could get my hair to look like the gal in the movie, Run, Lola, Run, but alas, I also like my hair clean, so don’t think it would ever work.
I understand your point about being comfortable with oneself. Many women do rely on their appearance as their inner confidence. I happen to think grey hair and wrinkles are exceptionally beautiful.
But I must say it is a strange thing to watch as one’s own face and body change.
amanda