 There's a quote from one of my all-time favorite Christmas movies that really speaks to me as I have started this gray hair journey (extra points if you can name the movie!) “What’s more vulnerable than a peach?” Um … maybe a woman who has decided to go gray? I mean, seriously. Vulnerable is such a good word for this journey. Vulnerable because my true color is being revealed. Literally. Vulnerable because I’m uncertain but yet certain this is what I want to do. Or not. Vulnerable because of my own insecurities. You see I like it when I'm told that I don't look old enough to have children who are married, let alone old enough to be a "Mimi". Will that all change? And does it really matter? Life would be so much easier if I was a peach.
Ever since forever, products for women have been geared towards making us look younger, feel younger, act younger. Don't get me wrong ... there's nothing wrong with looking, feeling, and acting young. But do we have to cover up the grays and eliminate the wrinkles in order to achieve this feeling? I'm not convinced one way or the other. But just when I'm certain that I'm going to really rock this new look, I see others who have already taken this journey and sometimes the only rocking I see is from a chair. Or a walker. Vulnerable. (Can I just be a peach already?) I’m beginning to realize that this experience is more than just a journey of hair color and to be honest, I'm not 100% convinced I'm ready to tackle this journey. Ready or not, however, that train has already left the station and I've decided to embrace this new adventure with excitement. It's a new chapter in a somewhat "older" book and I can't wait to read what's in store for this somewhat "older" me. But for now, I think I will slice up a bowl of peaches and watch a Christmas movie. Stay tuned.
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 "I'm officially making the decision to be brave and go gray. I'm putting my trust into the one who personally knows my hair as she tells me "you are going to rock the gray". I've read blogs and pinned styles on my Pinterest board for inspiration. And I've made the appropriate family announcement to which my lovely husband says "What gray hair?" (I love him and his "blindness"). I'm ready to do this. I think.
My glitter hair (glitter sounds so much younger than gray) started making its appearance when I was in my late 20's. Granted it was only a strand or two but it was there. Plucking was not an option especially when "two more will grow back in its place". (On top of that, plucking hurts.) So began my love/hate affair with Clairol. We've been through a lot together and eventually we came to an understanding that the lovely models are not real people; dark brown means black; carmel means orange; and cool vs warm has nothing to do with the weather. Eventually Clairol took a back seat to Natural Instincts. Natural and I became fast friends as she became my monthly routine. We were so in sync (see what I did there?) with our routine that I could literally roll out of bed and 20 minutes later those strands of glitter were once again a brilliant shade of "natural" light brown. Eventually though, she started to be a little more demanding of her time. What was once a monthly affair started to be a three week affair. I knew eventually she would want more of my time and more of my money. So began my thoughts of a new routine and a new shade. A shade of gray. I know this is not going to be an easy journey (hence the words "be brave") and I know that there are going to be moments when Natural will beckon me to return to her but for today at least, I committed to seeing this through. I would be lying if I said I wasn't a bit nervous. There's definitely some apprehension about taking this step. I'm putting my true color out there. No more hiding behind Natural. This is who I am. And I'm gonna rock the gray. Stay tuned .... |
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