I got my hair cut this week for the first time since I’ve been allowing my natural gray to grow out.
If I turn my head to the left a bit, the gray is not too noticeable, but if I zoom into the mirror and check the top of my noggin – yep, there they are. 15 shades of gray.
Still not crazy about the gray streaks, but I have to admit it’s not turning out as awful as I first imagined.
I colored my hair for twelve years, and the greatest trepidation about stopping was facing the natural unknown color.
How gray was it? Would it be more silver? Would there be any brown/black tones left? What the heck color was my hair anyway?
Now I know, and I’m happily surprised to see I’m not as fully gray as I expected. Not that it should matter. I’m doing this so I can face, and accept, whatever color my hair is. It would have been fun to discover my hair was really fuchsia, but that didn’t happen.
I’m also finding the hairs at my hairline are still mainly dark, and the hairs at my nape are mainly dark. The top of my head, towards the back, is the lightest. Maybe that’s my halo sprouting.
The wisdom highlights will become more dominant as I get my hair trimmed. That’s when I’ll really know how this new do will fit my pale face. AUGH!
So, I’m coming along on this journey of giving up the bottle. I’m encountering other women who have done the same thing, like Stacey.
I met her at the hair dresser’s; she just received this cute cut. She started dying her hair in her 20’s, and she’s delighted to be done with it. “Go for it!” she said. Her husband encouraged her, she told me. I love stories like this!
My hair dresser tells me I’m about half way through to having my natural hair color fully cover my head. Two, maybe three more hair trims, and #5AR will be history. I’m getting excited.
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