Saturday, July 9, 2016
I made a big decision this week.
As a gift to myself for reaching the half-century mark in six months, I've decided to do something that I've wanted to do for a while now.
I'm going to let my hair go grey.
I've been coloring my hair myself for years...Miss Clairol here, Natural Instincts there (because I'm too cheap and impatient to do it at a salon). And each time, I've hated it. The process, the smell, the toxic chemicals, the results...the works.
I've noticed that every time I'm out in public and I see a woman's hair that looks really healthy and beautiful, well, nine times out of ten she has let it go grey.
There are a few things I'm coming to realize about myself, likes and dislikes. I dislike painted finger nails. And this summer, I decided to forgo painting my toe nails as well. Oddly, no one protested or wrote their congressmen or started a Facebook campaign. It turns out no one noticed. Huh. Guess my painted toe nails or lack thereof are not that important in the grand scheme of life. Go figure.
Women are funny about their hair. It's one of the last vestiges of youth that we cling to. But let's face it...fifty is a great time to say "You know what? I'm no spring chicken, and I don't want to pretend to be one either."
I like who I am now. I'm blessed with good health. I'm cultivating a life of godly character. I have talents and abilities that I could never imagine in my younger years. And I'm resilient and stronger than I could ever imagine, too.
I'm going to let God give me the natural highlights instead. Those sparkly strands that say "This woman has seen a thing or two, and I've got big plans for her future as well."
I'm a little nervous about the process. Truthfully, I want my hair to look like the beautiful silver sister in the photos above. That's my mom, classy and beautiful all the time! I know that growing out the dyed hair will be weird. And I may have to let it grow a few months, and then go in one for one of those dramatic cut it all off Jamie Lee Curtis styles. But after that, I plan to let it grow....because it turns out I hate getting my hair cut at the salon, too. Hate it more than going to the dentist. There's nothing relaxing about it for me. It's an all out white knuckle experience each and every time.
I'll keep my cafe friends updated on this experiment. In the meantime, I plan to stay my sassy self. My hair may not be "young" any more, but I'm thin and fit and have cute clothes. I can pull this off, right?