|My hair on a good day!|
When I was about 10 a friend's mother commented that I should be a hairdresser because I was always playing with everyone's hair and was quite good at it. Hairdressing is not my profession, but I do still love to play with my hair and the hair of my friends. My hair is naturally somewhere between a wave and a curl, but on any given day it will be curled, straight, braided, pinned, you name it I play with it.
And I don't just limit myself to styling, I've done plenty of colour experimentation over the years. When I was about 15 some friends of mine and I dyed my hair red. To say my father was not happy is the understatement of the century. Luckily it was the kind that washes out, so I preceeded to stand in the shower and wash and wash and wash till it was gone.
My next hair dying adventure happened when I was at uni. My Mum bought me some natural henna dye from Lush and we dyed my hair a brownish red. It was amazing dye with a strong spicy scent that reactivated for months every time I washed my hair. However I could never quite get used to myself as a red head, so I let it fade away.
I've been various shades of brown - once almost black after a mistake by the hairdresser - and experimented with foils which I quite like but S doesn't.
The point is till now I have just been playing because I felt like it. I say till now because this morning I spotted gleaming in the light several grey hairs. I'm not surprised. My Dad's side of the family go grey early on and I have their hair. In fact I would have thought I would be a lot greyer by now. I have great hope that when I do go grey I will get the gorgeous silver hair of my grandmother. but I have to ask myself, am I ready to go grey? And if I dye my hair now is it the same as before or am I trying to deny something?
It is a funny thing, coming to terms with aging. For so long we spend our time wishing we were older and then it seems that everyone wishes they were younger. I have for a long time tried not to be defined by an age. I don't feel a need to be older or younger, I'm happy to just be. But am I happy to be grey?
I'm still not sure what the answer is. My few gleaming grey hairs don't upset me, but they do have me thinking.
To dye or not to dye, that is the question. How do you answer it?