Covering the grey
You might think that I’ve had a lovely time today pampering myself at the hairdresser. But I’m afraid for me it’s just one extra stressful chore. It’s only since I recently started going grey that going to the hairdresser has become part of my life. It seems horrifically expensive and then I’m not used to the etiquette surrounding who, and how much – if at all – I am supposed to tip. Aagh, quite honestly I’d happily go grey – but everyone whose opinion I care about seem to prefer me covering it up.
posted by Julie Oakley at Thursday, July 09, 2009
6 Comments:
At least we dont have to tip here, but it was a relief when I finally went grey I started going at 21 and too many years of covering it up. My hairdresser actually decided the time had come when I was white enough in front, still pretty dark at the back but Oh Julie I have been blonde, red and all shades in between, I was originally a very dark brunette but that is too aging to use any more, although dare I say it my sister still does, not flattering.
Did you get Fenellas blog address ok? A nice photo of her and Flo is up.
I hear you, and Penny, too. It was when my sweet little old aunt told me how rested I looked (on a day I was made up) that I decided it might be kinder to my friends if I didn't let it all hang out. So I changed
from a do-it-myself-and-rather-rumpled-lady to a beauty shop customer. But once I reached the status of 65 I was relieved to go
back to my natural white.
annie
If it's that much of a bother/drag/burden why let "public opinion" determine your choice? I never asked anyone what they thought I should do--I knew their answer would be based on their own prejudices and worries over "what people think".
Grey is beautiful--and honest. Don't be afraid. Join the club. Once those around me "got over it/themselves" they could admit that they actually liked how I looked, even as it got greyer and greyer...and some of them even took courage from my decision and went "natural" themselves.
The too ageing brunette is what worries me about the whole palaver Penny. Yes I found the picure.
Annie I like that phrase "it might be kinder to my friends".
Zephyr, trouble is its not really public opinion - it's my husband and my six year old who really doesn't want people mistaking me for his grandmother. And I agree grey can be beautiful, but not always and knowing my luck I'd have the kind of grey my grandmother had which really wasn't that great.
I don't feel 70 (most of the time) and I've hated grey every since we wore horrible grey uniforms at school, so I use an el-cheapo colour every 3 months. At present it's like a chipmunk look though - 2 colours, so I wear a scarf a lot! Does hair-dye affect brain cells I wonder?
w.
Hahah Julie, brilliant post. Ditto feeling regarding hairdressers, although I've been covering the grey for so long now, I've forgotten what colour my hair was naturally! Had a shocking reminder though this week when I dug out some Haunton photos for posting on Friend's Reunited. Why I thought my hair looked cool straightened into a youthful comb-over, I can't imagine!
I'm always rather annoyed when returning from the hairdressers my husband says something like "it's been madness here, it's alright for you, you've been luxuriating while being pampered all day" Little does he understand I'm having trouble unclenching my teeth!
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