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Showing posts with label gray hair. Show all posts
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Saturday, May 15, 2010

The Old Gray Mane, She Ain't What She Used To Be

Yes, you read it right.  Not mare--mane--hair, locks, crowning glory! 
 I must make a confession:
My name is Connie and I have gray hair!  There, I said it.

I started going gray a few months after I got married! hmmmm...
At the age of 30, I was sitting in church with my 5 kids; another hmmmm...when the man behind me leaned up and asked, "How could someone so young have so much gray hair?"  I thought it was a joke so I said, "I don't know, how?"  Of course, the butt of the joke was me and I started coloring my hair.  I colored the heck out of it!

If I wasn't using Nice 'n Easy, I was sitting in a chair at the beauty college for most of the day or spending beaucoup money to let a professional color it.   However, the thought of going gray definitely was not appealing;  especially when I was told by a friend that if I was gray, I'd look "a hundred years old"!

The gray roots became more prevalent.  When I was outside with the wind blowing, I'd feel self-conscious about my roots being revealed (as if they weren't noticeable before the wind tousled my hair).  Covering the gray became a bane to my existence.

 I talked about it with my friend and co-worker, Miss Karen, and she encouraged me to go au natural!  One day, when I arrived at school, I noticed she had plastered magazine pictures of gray haired women in the room. 




Me--"Karen, what's this?"

Karen--"Celebrities who have gray hair!"


Me--"Jessica Tandy?" "Bea Arthur?" "They're 30 years older than me! Of course they have gray hair!"


Alas, I decided to take the plunge. With great trepidation, I went to my beautician for a hair cut. After telling her what I had decided to do; she stripped the color out of my hair. I was blonde with gray roots! I arrived home, toting my new do. After 3 hours, with nothing being said by my husband, I asked him if he noticed my hair. He replied, "Yes, but I didn't know what you wanted me to say!" (smart man)

It took a few months to grow out completely.  I've had days when I've come this close to re-coloring; then the feeling of freedom takes over and makes me realize that I don't want to be tied to the bottle again!

Looking 100 years old never felt so liberating! 




Karen may have been the added shove needed to take the plunge,
but I think this was really my inspiration!


If you know the movie, I'll send some leftover hair color your way!