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Ready to Dye?: On Gray Hair

Ready to Dye?: On Gray Hair

It was a foregone conclusion that I would gray early.  I inherited both my parents' genes in that regard.  My saving grace is that both sides of the family are full of silver foxes, so that bodes well for me as I age.  Although I knew it was coming, I still wasn't quite prepared to part my hair down the middle and be met with a little party of grays sitting on top of my head.  It was as if pulling the hair to opposite sides caused the record to scratch and stop and the gray hairs stopped mid-Dougie and stared up at me.  It was clear that my head was their party and I was not invited...

I stood motionless for a moment and then tilted my head side to side attempting to manipulate the lighting in the bathroom.  Surely THAT would make these suckers disappear?  WRONG.  I then sent a hurried and horribly misspelled text to a girlfriend, "i hav gray hair.  wha the hel?"  The timing was the real sucker punch - 10 months before my wedding...

Now, I had seen some new gray friends pop up from time to time, but I wrote those off, plucked them and kept it moving.  But it was as if the early grays were scouts for the infantry of gray hair that suddenly came to battle in my scalp and with my youth!  At my next hair appointment I exclaimed to my stylist, "I have gray hair" to which she deadpanned, "...I know, you've had this patch for a while now."  I have been going to the same stylist since I was 9, so she literally knows every hair on my head, but I didn't know how to react to her statement - do I feel betrayed? Do I depose her about her first-hand knowledge of the appearance of said gray hair?  Do I yell, cry?  I didn't have to do any of that it turns out. She lovingly said, "look, this is a sensitive topic with some ladies, so I wanted you to come to this on your own - now we can decide what to do."  

We discussed the pros and cons of....COLORING....my hair.  The cons seemed pretty steep to me - more expensive, a longer process, more dryer time, and the need to re-up the dye every six weeks or so.  Despite this laundry list of cons, there was only one pro that I heard although I'm sure she listed a few: "if you don't color it, you run the risk of having gray hair in your bridal portrait or wedding photos."  That was all I had to hear, and a split second later, we were applying a stain (not permanent color) to my hair while I allowed one single thug tear to drop down my face.

Fast forward 2 years, 1 wedding and countless minutes under the dryer later and I have given up on coloring my hair.  You see, those genes I mentioned earlier are strong as hell and my gray hairs don't take well to color.  The color would last only for a fleeting moment, and then the scalp party recommenced.  While I wait for the grays to take over, in the meantime I have gotten creative with parts and comb-overs.  Although I fought it for some time, I've decided to let the hair have its way.  

So what's your plan, ladies?  Are you embracing the gray or covering it up? Sound off in the comments below.

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