Is it okay to go grey? The feminist in me always thought so.
Until it happened to my hair.
Okay, so I know I’m not really grey, I just have silvery highlights and grey wings and for years I enjoyed being one of those women who didn’t dye her hair. It was a great time saver too: home hairdressers have been tending to our tresses for many years – all four of us in one evening.
I used to dye my hair all the time when I was younger, from black to blue and every shade in between. It took a lot of time and effort. You could spend four hours at the hairdressers, and even more time at home boil washing the multi coloured towels and scrubbing walls and skin afterwards. I also see lots of poor dye jobs every day, on both women and men of all ages, and some women with fabulous shiny grey hairdos.
So I was kinda torn.
Perhaps getting my eyes done changed my mind, I could see the grey more clearly and in the name of self improvement and feeling better, dyeing my hair seemed like the next logical step. Then my hairdresser suggested it.
Six months later I finally decided to go ahead. There was the usual last minute child-related panic that nearly caused me not to bother. But I got there in the end, and was out – sans grey and fully caffeinated too – less than 90 minutes later.
I think I could get used to this!
So that’s my main reason to be cheerful for this week, but I have more…
Read them here.