The process is complete!
It has been a year since I decided to stop coloring my hair. Even though I have been told by several hairdressers ( I fear that term dates me more than my gray hair does!) that my hair grows incredibly fast, it has taken the full year to grow completely out. The last of the colored ends were cut off this past week.
It turns out I am sporting nearly as much white as gray. There may still be more brunette strands than either white or gray, but not very many more. My new look is kind of retro, like “frosting” from the 1970s.
I don’t actually think much about it anymore except to note the difference in my hair and the locks of people I know to be my age or older who are showing not a single trace of gray. I mean back in our teens Valerie Bertinelli and I used to be the same age!
Alternating strands of brown, gray and white, signs of a life in progress. I figure I have earned every one. Each strand represents a life experience to me, each strand as important as the next, each contributing to who I am today.
Finally, I am quite comfortable in my own skin, or more accurately in my own hair. The little curly haired girl who self-consciously grew up in the land of Marcia Brady and Peggy Lipton has grown into the woman who can embrace not only her curls but her gray curls. Just as I declare my independence from the style police who have set the standards for what hair type is fashionable always leaving me outside the in-crowd, I discover that gray hair is the latest trend of 2012.
You’ve got to be kidding! Maybe I will dye mine red.