I’ve only had my hair professionally colored a couple of times. The first time I got highlights and lowlights (because that was what the coupon was for and people who don’t have it done regularly would never pay full price!) and I loved it. Then there was the time I got only highlights and left the salon looking a wee bit stripey. The most recent visit released me blonde.

I kept up with the blonde for a while, well, the very light light brown, but it’s exhausting to constantly be thinking about root growth! I’m too cheap and not nearly committed enough to maintain an unnatural hair color with professional assistance, so I used a variety of over-the-counter brands. Eventually I began easing my way brunette again.  A particularly dark light brown put me back at my true hair color of medium brown.

Medium brown.
Roasted Chestnut, Bosco Syrup, Golden Cappucino.
Dirt, mud, coffee dredge.

I have since been color product free. It’s so nice to not have to worry about the upkeep. And yet…
I’m looking a wee bit naturally stripey as of late. My medium brown hair sometimes shimmers with the silver streaks. (That sounds much more lovely than my intent.)
What I’m trying to say is that my hair is getting old and it shows. After being dye’s bitch for so long, I really liked not having to color my hair, but I’m not ready to be gray.

I have friends who have gorgeous gray hair. It’s fabulous! But since 46 is the new 35 (it’s been proven, look it up) I’m much too young to go gray. I thought getting older would make vanity decisions easier. No longer at the mercy of the trends, I can dress how I like, put make-up on, or not, whatever makes me comfortable. I’m too old to worry about that stuff.
And yet…

Aging Graysfully
Nobody said it was (Nice ‘n’) Easy…