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.