I Am A Brave, Brave Woman

Well, I feel sort of brave, at least. I finally took the plunge and have gotten all the dyed parts of my hair cut off. If you’ve read my blog for awhile, you know I am obsessed with my hair. (Almost as much as I am obsessed with Rick Springfield. Fortunately, my hair has to follow me wherever I go, while Rick Springfield continues to elude me on Twitter.) I’ve talked about going grey, changing my mind, the myth of mom hair, and, ultimately, I cheated on my old hair stylist.

I had been seeing my old stylist for so long I considered her a friend. But whenever I decided to go natural, she would talk me out of it. She told me I was too young. She told me I should wait awhile before going lighter. I ended up with white outgrowth every time I listened. We discussed the poisons in hair dye. I think, as someone with an autoimmune disease, that I should consider these things. How can I saw I am going green if I allowed poison to be dumped on my head every six weeks? We discussed whether or not hair color was making my hair thin. She said it wasn’t probable; that hair dye didn’t do that.

I fretted about cost. Getting a good dye job ain’t cheap. I was going to a home salon and was still paying salon prices. Every month I thought about the things I could be doing with that money. That’s yarn…glass…pretty, shiny things!

As my hair became whiter and whiter, it was becoming increasingly difficult to dye. Alas, I don’t have grey hair, I have white hair–fluffly cloud white. Right in the front. Supposedly, the rest of my hair is dark. Frankly, I haven’t explored it all that thoroughly. Once I started sprouting white eye brows, I knew it was over. How could I defeat the whiteness that was impending?

I gave up the fight. My new stylist, Erica, is cool and hip (aka young). When I told her about my coloring dilemma, she actually sighed and said, “I wonder what my hair feels like without dye…” That was the clincher for me. My hair hadn’t been entirely dye free in over 20 years. At first I dyed because I was playing…when it became a necessity it was a lot less pleasant.

I swore off the dye before Christmas. The first thing I noticed were new hairs sprouting along my hair line. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but I was hopeful. Every time I went to a drug store, it was tempting to grab a box of dye and head home to take care of things myself. But I prevailed. I did have a bout of using “temporary” dyes during the fall, but Erica explained that home temporary dyes have too much of something to make them temporary.

My hair grew and my outgrowth grew along with it. Picture reddish ends, white bangs, and some other color. That’s when I took the plunge a few weeks ago and said, “Cut it off.”

When I left the salon I was shell-shocked. Being faced with the short short hair and the white white, I called Kelly in a panic. But she talked me down off the ledge and told me not to do anything drastic. I’m glad I listened. Because I love this hair!

Non-colored hair is soft. It’s not scratchy sounding or feeling. It’s smooth and silky! Imagine that! Also, the re-growth of hair is happening all over my head. Plus, super short hair is easy to take care of. Right now I do nothing except fluff it around a bit as it dries.

The only thing I am considering is maybe a temporary purple streak or two. Peek-a-boo highlights would be pretty cool.

And that’s why I feel brave and rebellious. Because I am taking a plunge so many of us are afraid of. I can’t help it if I am 44 years old and have white hair. I’m assuming there’s a lot of heredity here since my birth mother’s identical twin sister has the same white patch in her own hair. If you decide to go natural, let me know if you need support! I’m here for you my white-haired/grey-haired sisters!

6 thoughts on “I Am A Brave, Brave Woman

  1. LOL As you know I am also white haired. My father was at 28 (blamed it on me – the year I was born), mom at 35. I remember my gramma – mom;s mom having white hair tool.
    I kept my hair long for many years but when I was undergoing chemo it started to thin in some places so I had it all chopped off. Short hair was much easier to take care of when I had an infusion pump hooked up to my arm for weeks on end. I had been warned I could suffer some hair loss and that I shouldnt dye my hair during chemo because of the possible reaction of the drugs to the chemicals in the dye. The minute chemo was over I treated myself to a salon dye job – but then I had to keep it up when the white started showing thru.
    I havent dyed it for almost a year now nor have I permed it which was another thing I did constantly.
    I might add some streaks to it just because I can LOL. Otherwise, white it will stay. Its only hair!

  2. You go girl! I haven’t dyed my hair since I was in my early 20s and that was a LONG time ago. I will probably just go all the way gray. I’m just too lazy to do anything else. At least I say that now. =) Hurray for being brave!

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