Alright we're talking about this.
I have a kind of brownish hair color naturally. It's darkened quite a bit since I was a girl, but I've always had a lot of red and gold strands woven in. I see my daughter's hair color in the sunshine, and know exactly where she got it from. I love that I have passed down my eye color, skin color, freckles and hair coloring to my girl, because for the most part, I love those things about myself. I have already mentioned in previous postings, that before I had children, my hair was slightly wavy but after kids, it's full-on curly. Wild, and lion's mane-ish but when done right, I kind of like it.
a gray hair. I do know that after I became a Mama at the ripe age of 26, I began getting a few more. By the time Ava was born, I was a 28 year-old hair coloring woman. Mostly foils of blonde with the occasional bouts of attempting my natural color for long stretches, becoming a brunette once again. Which incidentally, I loved. I also love having blonde hair too.
Over the past year, I have been pressed by three thoughts. The first, a highly motivational one, is that I've got to find a way to economize on my hair appointments. 'Nuff said because we all know how much it can cost. The second, is that I've got four different friends who stopped coloring their hair and I am loving it on them. There is something very softening about gray hair. It's actually quite pretty. And the third thought has more to do with authenticity. (This one is not meant to judge or condemn any of you sweet things reading this in any way because at a moments notice I, (like any woman) could flat out decide that this thing isn't working for me and I'm done. Y'all know what I'm talking about here too because it's a woman's prerogative to change the ole mind.)
great product advice and even books on how to manage curly hair. Do you know, in the last two decades of my life, I have not ever intentionally let my hair air dry? I didn't even know it was this curly until a two weeks ago. The first day I let it be curly, I was standing in a grocery store, and a woman behind me asked if my hair was naturally curly. I know that I blushed with self-consciousness because I hadn't been "out" with the wild hair before. She told me that it was gorgeous and made her wish she had naturally curly hair too. I tried to control the beaming smile in my heart and on my face. It made my day people, not gonna lie.
And finally, this authenticity party has led me to a desire to let it be the color that it IS. I can't explain it. I used to watch interviews with woman in their later years talking about how they were finally comfortable in their own skin. They would wax on about accepting themselves the way they were, and how they had been created, and a corner of my heart would always perk up and think, "I want that!" I keep thinking that perhaps if I'm not working so hard to change the outward things... maybe the inward things will get the focus they need and I can become that softer, sweeter, older version of me that I have longed to become this past decade. Does that sound crazy? I mean, you have to get to that comfortable place with yourself somehow. I don't think it magically just happens, right?
Now. For the practical part. Growing out your gray. There are at least 100 reasons to go gray, as stated here. That's what everyone wants to talk about. It's going to be painful but here is my theory and take it for what it's worth. I have a ton of gray for a woman my age. I imagine it's only going to multiply and the longer I put this off, the harder it's going to be. There, I said it.
I estimated that I spend approx $600+ a year on hair coloring appointments. That fact was the nail in the coffin, so to speak. My sweet man who holds the budget strings raised an eyebrow, and when he does that, I know it's shut-down-time. There are entire (really cool) websites and facebook pages dedicated to growing out gray hair. There are cute pixie cut options (which will be a last resort for me if the plan my hair dresser and I have doesn't work out). There are encouraging stories like this one that pretty much had me cheering for those with gray hair grow-outs, and finally, gorgeous shots of women with shiny, silvery hair. I don't think that I have quite this much gray but I've got enough to notice and I maybe shocked by the amount once this process begins. There are tons of products made to help in the process. There are mascara wand-type products, there are between time touch-up sticks, there are tinted hair powders, rinses and temporary coloring mousses. There are also cute hats and headbands to camouflage, and well... you get the idea.
At the end of this week, I will sit in my stylist's chair and very capable hands and we will be coloring only the foils that are blonde, back to my natural color. I think I'll be getting a slight chop as she helps me with my curls and then I'm on my own with gray grow-out. I hope I can be patient and not hate what I see in the mirror as I transition into non-coloring land. (Before and after photos will be forthcoming.)
How about you- do you have gray? Do you color? Would you consider going authentically gray at whatever age you are right now? Are you authentically gray now? If so, how do you like it? Weigh in with your thoughts girls, I'd love to hear what you have to say and read how we can encourage one another!