I have discovered that letting your gray grow in is a sloooow process. I keep checking my progress in the mirror, and have even made my husband look at the back of my hair to see how much gray I have there. His response, “Lots.” I ask, “As much as my front?” He swings around to look. “No.” I’m not sure he’s my most reliable source, but it’s hard to take a good picture of the back of your own head. Maybe I need him to take the picture. Eureka!
Anyway, my front has a lot of white, but further back it appears to be more salt-n-pepper (maybe because I’m so spicy). With so many dark strands, I probably won’t lighten my hair to make the transition less noticeable. If asked, this is the story I’m going to tell people. The real reason is that I’m cheap and lazy.
It’s just nice to have an excuse that makes me sound better.
Lately, I find myself having a lot of doubts about going gray, so I’m constantly googling ‘going gray gracefully’ and looking at pictures (before and afters are my favorite) and watching vlogs on the subject. Hearing about other people’s experience does help calm me. Most of the time. But those times when I’m at a store, which has a camera at the self checkout, and I look up to see this older woman standing where I’m supposed to be standing, and then I realize it’s me…gak…those are the hard times.
The gray gals of the Internet often say that they don’t think people look older with gray hair, just different. Hmmm. Not sure I’m buying it. But…I just found out that the mother of one of my son’s friends let her hair go all gray and she does look good, and not really older. Just different. In fact, I think the gray is more flattering for her than the darker hair she had. This discovery is enough to keep me continuing the journey. Maybe those gray gals know what they’re talking about.
I’ve been through this growing out thing before, after I made the mistake of dying my auburn hair all black, using permanent color. Sigh. It took forever to grow out, and I looked weird. But I don’t remember being all that self-conscious about it, which is not like me. Then again, my kids were little, and distracting, so I had other things to focus on besides my hair. Plus, I didn’t often leave the house. Unfortunately, being a hermit is no longer an option.
I think it will help me to look at growing out my gray as a marathon, not a sprint. I’m not as excited about going gray as I was when I began (which makes it harder to keep going); I probably feel more impatient than anything right now. But I can’t make a decision about what I’m going to do until I see enough gray to know how it will look on me. Or maybe I should just buy a gray wig. Ha!
Actually, that’s not a bad idea…
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