Today was "back to school," which meant... yesterday.... I had to "decide" what to do with my hair.
As I dried my hair a week or so ago, I realized that this summer I let myself go grayer/whiter than ever before. I watched it happen... but it was summer, so I didn't have to see the day-to-day elementary school drop-off crowd. I was still at the co-op several times a week, but it's a co-op folks, which tells you something inherent about the community, at its core. So, I let it go... in part, the summer sun (although it has been foggy as soup a lot) strips color from my hair very quickly. So, I haven't rushed to color.
I figured I could wait to do it until right before school started back up... and, ultimately, that's exactly what I did.
I know many of you are of the "stay natural" mindset.
As with most things in life, I've got the each-to-her-own mentality.
So, let me tell you a little story...
My grandfather had beautiful snowy white hair all my life.
My uncle went snow white in his late 20s.
My mom started going white in her 30s. But it wasn't until late 40s that she let it go and stopped "covering."
And she loved it. She had nice gray/white hair. And she loved it very much. We all supported that.
But, after a scary time of medical stuff, we were really pushing for dying the hair just to give her a bit of a new leash on things.
She was resistant.
A year later, we were still pushing.
And she agreed.
Now... we're do-it-at-home type folks... so we all three went, and debated, and picked a nice medium blonde shade, thinking it would take her back to where she wanted to be...
(I tried to stay mostly out of the picking. I didn't want to be responsible. But I was there.)
And... an hour later, she came out with.... PURPLE hair.
You may hear about ladies with blue hair.
This was a class of its own. This was purple. A shade of lavender, in fact.... maybe tinged with some pink... and still some gray.
I almost died. I felt so bad and so responsible.
She handled it very well.
(Amazingly so, in fact.)
And after a long time at a salon the next day, it at least wasn't purple any more.
Now... me... I've had my own hair issues and color stories....
So I debated this summer... halfway I got really used to the sheer quantity of white I have... and yet.... yesterday... I went ahead and "did" it... and... I must say, I feel like a new person!
Hair is a strange thing...