I have often found myself looking at women with silver or salt and pepper hair and thought “they look great. I wonder if I would like it on me?” This voyeurism and inner dialogue went on for years. I would ask hairdressers about it and one finally called my bluff. She left a few front strands of hair uncolored so I could begin to to see myself with some gray. As a lifetime brunette I was nervous to have light hair but I told myself that at 68 it was time to try. After all I could always dye it back.
A year and a half later, I’m still growing it out [choosing not to cut my hair short]. I’m not sure how I feel about it yet but I’m thrilled not to be going to cover my roots every few weeks. My husband likes it but he’s easy and likes a natural look. He would not notice if my hair looks good with my skin or if I look older. “You are older” he would say, “so what?”
I see this change of hair color as more than an aesthetic statement. It feels in part like a letting go – transitioning into a me yet to be as I am approaching my 7th decade. I’m not yet sure who this new me will be but I’ll let you know when I do. One thing is for sure, I have amazing role models in the women in my film project. What would Hedda, Shirley & Lavada say? I’ll ponder that for awhile.
If you’ve thought about or gone gray, I’d love to hear how it’s going for you.