As you may know, I've been conducting the great silver experiment on my head. Since last winter, I've been letting the snow collect on my rooftop, refusing anything except some foil highlights to help blend the roots that were growing in. My older sister, too, has been conducting the same experiment, and she's pretty happy with how hers has turned out. In fact, she's cut her hair pretty short and says that it looks a little like Jamie Lee Curtis (although she has yet to send a picture to me).
We didn't embark on this experiment because of the environment (see Is Going Gray Greener?) or because of outright laziness. In our family, we tend to go gray (or silver) very early. Our younger sister was completely white-haired by the age of 30. Likewise, both brothers went white (really beautiful) early on. My older sister and I continued to dye ours. It's what we do in our society, right? And then I developed an all-over body itch that started after I colored my hair at home, trying to save a little money. After 2-3 months and 4 doctors, I had to stop taking Lyrica. The doctors didn't know if that was the culprit, but it was the last medication to be changed (dosage raised). They could not be certain, though, that my hair dye wasn't the culprit either. So, as I detailed here, I began the Great Gray Experiment....sorry, Daryl, the Great Silver Experiment! My sister was inspired (she has an autoimmune disorder) and decided to do the same.
And here we are...months later. I'm disgusted with my hair. A friend recently described it as salt-and-pepper. My hubby likes it well enough (so he says), and I feel an obligation to my sister -- but! I really, really don't like it. I don't have enough silver yet for it to be dramatic, and I don't like how washed out I look to myself. Besides...I have a very young looking husband. No one guesses that he's in his 40s with a 21-year-old and a 24-year-old. Me? Oh yeah, they can see it. They even guess that he and our son are brothers. Ugh! And I'm Grandma, I guess. This picture is of us (hubby and I) on my graduation day last May (2007), before the experiment. At least we look like we could be in the same decade.
My current look is visible in my picture in the sidebar.
What am I getting around to? I am making a hair appointment to get many highlights in my hair. This will prevent the dye from getting into my pores while still giving me that more youthful look, something like what Hillary has. Not bad for 60, eh?--
So what have I learned? Well, first off, I've learned that it's pretty easy to go gray. In less than a year, I was able to blend out those roots and let my natural color come through. It's not as hard as I thought it would be. Second, I learned that nothing has really changed for women. We are still expected to keep up appearances, at least until were at a more advanced age. Women in their 40s just don't go gray! If we do dare to take that step, we are thought to be much older than we actually are. From the looks we get, you would think we were breaking some cardinal law. I find that I'm really hoping the hair dye doesn't cause that widespread itch again. If it does, well, I guess I'll have to live with the snow on the roof!
Finally, I learned that life is amazingly simple when one doesn't have to run to the hair salon every 3-4 weeks to get those roots touched up. I didn't have to buy any special shampoo to keep my color vibrant and didn't have to go to the salon unless I felt like getting a haircut. I saved a lot of money. A lot.
Sometime next week, I'll be walking into the salon and plopping my butt down in the chair.
What will I say?
Well, "Give me the Hillary," of course!
Peace - D