Yesterday, while moving along in my morning routine I noticed when I was looking in the mirror. Something that made my heart sink and my eyes borderline on the verge of getting wet. I found a gray hair. A GRAY hair! How is this even a possibility? Isn't there some kind of spoken rule, NO gray hairs before 30 or something. Hello! I still have a good 2 years before that, why are we jumping the gun here?! So I grabbed the tweezers and plucked that sucker out of there, out of sight, out of mind. Except, I can't stop thinking about it. I'm constantly checking my scalp now, joy.
You could say I've gone into a unique combination of panic and pure denial. On my way home from work, I found myself pulling into the Walmart parking lot ( I NEVER go to Walmart) and walking towards the hair care aisle. I grabbed a highlighting kit and was on my way. Now, I stopped coloring my hair when we started trying for Alex. I've been EXTREMELY proud of the fact that I could actually tell you all what my real hair color is but apparently that color being gray just wasn't acceptable so last night I put on the funny cap and gloves and I added a little touch of blonde to my natural brown hair. I am happy with how it turned out, pretty subtle which is what I was going for but refused to pay what the salons wanted to charge. So now I am a 1/2 natural brunette, 1/2 bottle blonde one hot mama.
Here's to getting old!
My grandmother apparently went gray really young (like 30's)...and apparently I have her exact same hair color (pre-"gray") and texture. I must say though, if my hair turns her color...which is more Paris Hilton blonde than gray, my feelings will not be hurt.
ReplyDeleteI have my natural color as well. Lord help me when I find that first gray.
Pollyanna view: Now you can pick whatever color you could possible want :)