Coming out
August 23, 2010I’ve been dishonest with you all for far, far too long. I can’t lie any longer.
Are you sitting down? You’re probably sitting down. If you’re not, you should sit down. Or lie down, with your legs slightly elevated. How and where you recline is entirely your call. I’m just saying, if you’re standing when you read the shocking truth I am about to reveal to you, I will not be liable for whatever happens next.
It’s about my hair. The color it is now? It’s ... well. It’s not real, per se. And by “per se,” I mean “at all.” It is not at all real.
My hair started to turn gray when I was in high school. I was not surprised, as the Bradley family has a long, illustrious history of premature graying. I didn’t mind the gray hair all that much. It wasn’t until my twenties that it occurred to me to color it away. Actually it didn’t occur to me at all—it occurred to my hair stylist, who insisted I “do something” about all the gray. It was making me look “mousy,” she declared.
I did not want to look mousy. Does anyone?
So I started coloring, and haven’t stopped, and now it’s been 15 years of my Adventures in Hair Color. I’ve gone from brown to reddish-brown to brownish-red, with a couple of horrifying forays into something approaching blonde. It never occurred to me, not once, to stop. The thing is, once you start coloring, you’re stuck. Hair color that’s growing out looks awful. Especially when the hair that’s growing out has morphed from silver-flecked brown to brown-flecked silver.
Because my hair grows unusually quickly (about an inch a month) and because no matter what I do, my hair color fades quickly, I have about a two-week window during which I actually like the way the color looks. For the first week, my hair color is so dark that my face looks like I have an awful virus; then it looks pretty good; then my roots begin to show; then all of a sudden my hair has turned sort of reddish-orange and I have gray temples and I count the days until my next hair appointment.
This is madness. Expensive madness. Once I realized that hair color from a box didn’t look anywhere near as decent as getting it professionally done, I’ve been spending upwards of $100 a month on hair color. That’s more than I spend on my gym.
All of which is why I’m not doing it anymore. As of my last coloring appointment (July 25th), I’m done. I have no idea what it’s going to look like. It could look horrific. It could make me look ten years older. I don't care. I want to see what’s under there. I need to find out what I look like. And I need to be okay with it.
I asked Henry what he thought about me letting my hair go gray. “I don’t know, Mom,” he said. “You might look like…”
I waited for him to say it: An old lady.
“…a punk rocker,” he finished.
That’s a little optimistic, but I’ll take it.
Reader Comments (116)
It's called "rocking the Silver". Welcome to the club. I joined December 2010.
I start to see people covering up as looking a bit fake or overtired b/c they don't quite match up, hair to skin.
I wrote about this on my blog a bit ago, & many people came up to me afterwards saying they really were *thinking* about not coloring their hair. This line always kills me: "It looks so good on you but it wouldn't on me" (actually, I bet I said the same).
Bravo Alice!
http://www.valleyadvocate.com/blogs/home.cfm?aid=11270
You are right the transition is a crazy time. I have very multi-colored hair right now. You have no idea what dye looks like as it fades out on the rest of the hair.
Good luck in your journey and please post pictures.
(trying to activate the link, if it didn't work, use the old cut and pasts standby!)
A with-it reader shared this informative link with me: http://uk.lifestyle.yahoo.com/beauty/celebrities-go-grey-on-purpose-gallery-25-1.html
Basically it says we're rockin' it Gaga-style.
Work it.
This way (I hope), I can at some point start having her color just strands, like frosting it, so there might be a less defined line between when I stopped coloring it and letting the gray grow out.
This is my plan. I'm just not ready to implement it yet.
My hairdresser may shrivel up and die (no pun intended) when I finally get up the nerve to kick the habit.
Oh, hey, a habit...that might come in handy.
There's got to be lots of gray under there, and I actually like the way gray hair looks on people, assuming a modern hairstyle and otherwise youthful approach to life. But I think my gray is patchy and unevenly distributed, and I'm scared I'll just look like an exhausted 75 year old if I stop with the color. (I'm an exhausted 41 year old now).
Thanks!
I am now trying to find out what my natural color is while the dental floss is popping up and I have no idea what to do. My current hairdresser over processed my hair a few months ago but I love her cut and the price and I am too cheap and lazy and busy to change. You inspire me to throw caution to the wind and see what grows in in the next few months.
May I be punk rock as well!
Dotty
P.S. I went to Emerson with your husband and am close friends with Alex Cohn who turned me onto your blog. Great stuff. Small world.