Going Gray Revisited
Two years ago this month I decided to stop coloring my hair and to chronicle the journey. The archives are precisely four posts. That’s all. Do you know why? Because it turned out to be a non-event.
Oh, I’m gray, alright. But only in a couple of spots. I had anticipated a very painful and humiliating process, but it wasn’t so bad. I used a temporary color to cover the gray as it was growing out, which was a waste of time and money because it covered everything but the gray. And then I had my hair cut short and just let the gray grow with the rest of my hair.
Frankly, I like it. I’ll ask my hairdresser if I should start coloring again and she always says, “Mmm (like she’s really thinking about it or something), not this time.” And then we leave it at that.
A couple of weeks ago I had some professional headshots taken by my very talented friend Gail at Gail Anne Photography. (This would normally be where I tell you how much I hate to see pictures of me because I never actually see me and it’s just an exercise in depression, but that isn’t what this post is about.) So I figured since I had make up on, my hair styled and a real professional taking the pictures I may as well use one of them to show you my hair. So here you go:
And thus ends the Jenster Chronicles of Going Gray.
Oh, you look gorgeous! Here’s to joining the pack!
You are already beautiful…now you’re classy, too!! Of all the body changes that come to us, I’m learning that the color of my hair is so much less painful than some of the other delightful signs of aging!….and if you HATE IT…you can easily fix it a lot easier than a creaky knee.
You look beautiful! But you always do…gray, no gray. It doesn’t really matter. You have a beautiful heart and it shows.
You aren’t gray! (I’ve been waiting for this follow up but didn’t want to pry.) I think about this more than I should. My spousal unit is not on board so as long as he’s comfortable footing the very large bill to make me look 40, we are going with it. Funny thing is, he is 100% gray. Methinks he needs me to be his young hot wife to be arm candy.
Also, my hairdresser informed me that I am 70% gray which slayed me.
Gorgeous! Love and miss you!
Oh my! I never thought you looked much like mom, but you really do in this picture!! Love the picture and the gray!!