Where's my grey hair? Everybody knows that grey is the new blond, if you're over 40. Sporting grey hair gives you an aura of defiant independence, touched with wisdom-what a cool combo! Grey is Taylor Hicks and whoever those hip older models are who have the athletic builds of a 20-year-old, wrinkleless faces and bushy grey spikes on their heads. I want that!
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So boldly, I announced to my hairdresser that I'm going grey. Let the roots take over and grow up to be the fashionable steel-colored fringe I so admire.
She looked at me sadly. The color at your roots, that's what you get.
"But that's not grey!" I cried out.
"No. You're right. It's kind of a washed out blondish brownish."
"Okay then. Dye it grey. That hipster cool grey like they show in More magazine.”
"Can't do it. It's the one color that can't come out of a bottle."
You're kidding me! I'm finally ready to look my version of my age, and I can't buy it-for any price.
I turned to her. "If I'm not going to have that color grey, then when do I stop coloring my hair the teddy bear shade of brown it is now? Isn't there some point where a woman says 'Take it or leave it? It's honest. It's blah. But it's me."
"Okay then," she replied. “When you're eighty-I think that's a great time to go natural. Until then, why don't we add in a few blond streaks?”
I settle for the streaks. But really, I can't go grey? Don't be surprised if one of these times the streaks are green or purple. I'm that mad!!
Carol Orsborn