I got a lot of early grey hair genes from my dad’s side of the family. I remember visiting my 30-something cousins when I was a kid and discovering that they all had grey hair.
Thus, I’m not surprised that I am getting more and more grey hair myself, but I have to say that I’m not exactly enjoying it. For one thing, it’s bad timing that I’m really enjoying a dark hair color right now. That means I have to keep up with the color touch-ups lest I end up with a skunk stripe down my part. Okay, it’s not that bad yet, but there’s definitely silver hair shining through.
The other thing that’s been weird is how different the texture of my hair has become. I’ve always had fairly straight hair, but all the hidden grey is making my hair a lot more wavy and voluminous (and frizzy). I’m fairly indifferent about hair styling, but now I have to make at least a little effort to keep my hair under control. I often fall back on the old pony tail – that is, when I can find a pony tail holder that the cats haven’t stolen.
Tonight I have a long-overdue appointment for a cut and color. I procrastinated on making the appointment until I already had grey peeking through, then discovered that my hair stylist was booked up and/or on vacation until now.
I’m getting a little tired of my hairstyle, but I’m not sure what can be done about it. I like my hair long and bangs are a non-negotiable must, but the rest of the style seems awfully…conservative. Maybe I can throw myself on my stylist’s mercy and see if she can think of anything more interesting to do. If I sound as though I’m crying in tomorrow’s post, you’ll know why.
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