My Newest Adventure
I’ve been coloring my hair for a while now. When it was growing back after chemo I was a little surprised at the amount of gray. Forty was much too young to be that gray as far as I was concerned. So I colored those babies as soon as I could and I haven’t stopped since.
The cost for salon coloring is ridiculous and I swear to you my hair is on steroids or something because within two weeks those little white roots start showing themselves at my temple. Yes. My temple. Like I’m a distinguished man or something.
A little voice inside my head has been telling me to stop the madness, but was able to ignore it for a while. It is a frightening thought. And not even the being gray part, but the going gray part. Of course, the being gray part scares me a little, too. I already have enough self esteem issues with all this post-chemo weight that I haven’t been able to shed in nearly 9 years. If I have to be fat, fine. But do I really have to be fat and look old, too? (Yes, I said the F-word, something I’m not comfortable with. But let’s just be honest and call a spade a spade, m’kay?)
I had an appointment for a cut and color yesterday, a little sooner than usual because we have a wedding to go to this weekend. As I was perusing the Yahoo articles on my news feed earlier in the day I came across this:
Embrace Your Gray Hair
The article was a nice little blurb on how to transition from coloring to gray and it got me thinking. Or I should say it made me stop and listen to that voice that’s been nagging me for some time now. I even considered cancelling my appointment, but there’s that wedding this weekend.
Before I can truly to commit to something like this I have to go to the expert. In this case, the expert being my friend, Terri, who has perfect hair. Seriously perfect hair. All.the.time. So I began telling her about my deliberations and before I could even finish she guessed where I was going. DO IT, was her response.
So I think I’m going to give it a go. And I’m going to chronicle it right here for all the world to see. I may even include pictures. Don’t hold me to that one, though.
Oh wait! I haven’t told Mr.Jenster. I should probably tell him before I publish this. Hold on.
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Okay. I just told him and he’s good with it.
So there you have it. You are welcome to come along this adventure with me. There may be tears. There may even be some cursing (but nothing too bad). I have no idea. All I know is that I will have saved a ton of cash by this time next year. I may look like I’m 100, but I’ll be better off. Right?
A happy Jenster is a a beautiful Jenster. Go for it!!!! Xxxooo
We’ll see how happy I am through all of this. lol
You are braver than me I can not do it. I have been coloring my hair so long I am not quite sure what other color besides gray it is!
I don’t know that it’s bravery as much as I’m just tired. You know? Just tired.
DO IT!!!!!! I plan to let my glitter strands accumulate. I refuse to even begin dying my hair. I have a blaze of gray over my right ear. I have random strands throughout my hair. Whatever. I will wear it with pride.
My mom had GORGEOUS hair before it all fell out from chemo. I’m wondering what it will look like when it grows back. 🙂
Your mom did have beautiful hair. My moms was really pretty too, but I’m no so sure mine will look as good. I guess we’ll find out!!
I can’t wait to see yours! You need to take a “before” picture.
definitely do it! Your hair will be so much healthier without all the chemicals in it! I figure with raising four boys and teaching them to drive, I have earned every.single.gray. hair I have. Put pictures on your blog too!
I was waiting for you to pipe in! 🙂 I will put pictures on, but definitely not today. I’m doing laundry and cleaning the house and NOBODY wants to see that. lol
You know, I’m not near as concerned about being all natural as I am about the process of getting there. It will be fun to see where I am when I come out there in November.