There's a photo of a woman in a magazine I picked up recently. She appears to be about my height, thinner but not thin, and her hair is long and silvery gray. "This is what 60 looks like," the headline says.
Well, maybe.
Thinner would be nice, sure. But 111 days into my 60th year I still have hair that is best described as brown -- not blonde, not brunette, just brown. Yes, the gray hairs are popping up with increasing frequency, but for reasons I can't figure out (both of my parents were quite gray by the time they reached 60) they are still in the minority.
Still, the last few times I've gone to a beauty parlor the hairdresser couldn't resist suggesting ways to cover my gray hairs. One went into an elaborate explanation of the highlights she'd introduce and something else I didn't quite grasp about making my natural color look even more natural.
Huh?
I asked her how often this whole arrangement would need to be updated so I wouldn't have "root" issues.
"Every six weeks," she said.
I respectfully declined.
I shoulda told her, "Hey, this is what almost 60 is SUPPOSED to look like."
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I sprouted my first gray hair at 25, shortly after having twins. I left for Atlanta for a conference eight weeks later and had a 28 year old at the same conference tell not to consider coloring my hair as I had earned those grays (I think there were two or three). Wonder what she would say today?
ReplyDeleteI know where your gray hairs are. The gene apparently skipped you and landed on me. Ah well.
ReplyDeleteSorry 'bout that, Arlene, but you do wear your gray hairs well. They make you look distinguished.
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