With all the wonderful things going on in my life right now (ACHOO), I have made one very large and momentous decision.
Something that will change everything, the way I see myself, the way I feel about myself, hell, it'll even change my bank account....
What is this amazing thing that is going to change EVERYTHING?
I'm growing out my gray hair.
Yup.
I said it.
And I'm doing it.
I'm so so so tired of coloring it. My game of trying to use non-permanent hair color till my grays grew in DID NOT WORK. At all. It made me look more ridiculous.
So now I look ridiculous in a whole new kind of way. So far, there are definitely actual root lines, but depending on the light, it can be somewhat subtle. It's grown out a couple of inches and although it's probably noticeable to some, it's not so bad that I have to stop.
I like it. I like it as it's growing in. I haven't seen my hair in years, I want to know what it looks like.
And it's not GRAY, it's definitely salt and pepper and it looks like my hair underneath is relatively unscathed. It might look cool. I'm sure it'll look cool. Cooler than me trying to color it myself because I HATE going to get my hair colored.
It'll look cool cause it's mine and it's the color hair I'm supposed to have.
It'll look cool because that's the kind of lady I want to be, a neat 1/2 granola, 1/2 urban trekker who wears hiking boots in Andersonville and has salty/peppery gray hair.
I like that lady.
So I'm doing it. If you can't stop staring at my part (sometimes I catch John looking at it), that's fine, I can't either.
Something that will change everything, the way I see myself, the way I feel about myself, hell, it'll even change my bank account....
What is this amazing thing that is going to change EVERYTHING?
I'm growing out my gray hair.
Yup.
I said it.
And I'm doing it.
I'm so so so tired of coloring it. My game of trying to use non-permanent hair color till my grays grew in DID NOT WORK. At all. It made me look more ridiculous.
So now I look ridiculous in a whole new kind of way. So far, there are definitely actual root lines, but depending on the light, it can be somewhat subtle. It's grown out a couple of inches and although it's probably noticeable to some, it's not so bad that I have to stop.
I like it. I like it as it's growing in. I haven't seen my hair in years, I want to know what it looks like.
And it's not GRAY, it's definitely salt and pepper and it looks like my hair underneath is relatively unscathed. It might look cool. I'm sure it'll look cool. Cooler than me trying to color it myself because I HATE going to get my hair colored.
It'll look cool cause it's mine and it's the color hair I'm supposed to have.
It'll look cool because that's the kind of lady I want to be, a neat 1/2 granola, 1/2 urban trekker who wears hiking boots in Andersonville and has salty/peppery gray hair.
I like that lady.
So I'm doing it. If you can't stop staring at my part (sometimes I catch John looking at it), that's fine, I can't either.
2 comments:
I like the idea of going short short so that it's not a "part" but it's just your hair, growing out. You know? Like a pixie cut. You could rock that. Spike it up and be all punk, but silvery punk. Rock it.
I gotta tell you, I got ears you wouldn't believe. They are not for public consumption.
Eventually I will definitely get it cut *shorter* but I can't go all the way right now. I just can't. I would cry.
Ears.
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