Brave the grey.
I've decided to embrace my natural hair colour. It turns out it's an ok brown colour with splashes of silver around the hairline.
I won't call it splashes of grey because it doesn't look grey. Plus silver sounds more exciting.
Lockdown has had many benefits, one being I've had nobody to compare myself with.
When I was working or doing the school run, I would look at someone else's hair and think, 'hmm I really like that, maybe I should try it'. 'Oh god, look at the state of my hair, I hope nobody notices.' 'I wish I had that jacket, shoes, handbag.'
You see at the end of the day, none of it really matters, when nobody can see you. With our other halves promising to love us for who we are, grey hairs and hairy legs, why do we need to punish and compare ourselves?
After all, who are we wearing that jacket for? Why have we changed our hair colour? Do we really need to cover our grey hairs?
For the first time in many years, I've been able to wash my hair on alternate days. It doesn't matter if it looks a bit greasy, I can tie it up. Nobody is judging me. I've become the Queen of the top knot, with the help of kirby grips. My Husband paid my Minnie Mouse top knot a compliment last week and he never comments on my hair, even when I have it cut and coloured.
It seems the less effort made the better.
I told my Hairdresser about my plan. I'm not sure she believed me at first as I'm always changing my hair colour. Blonde, Ginger, Red, Brown, Chocolate Brown, Blonde, Ginger, Red... I counted the years and I've been colouring my hair for 25 years. 25 years. I think my hair deserves the break.
I'm curious what I will look like with my natural hair colour. The colour gifted to me at birth, well maybe not the exact same colour, I was actually blonde as a baby but you get the idea.
I also think something is bewitching of a woman with grey, sorry, silver hair. They've embraced the ageing process displaying an air of confidence. Who doesn't want to be like that?
Loyally, my Hairdresser gave my luscious red/brown/silver hair a good old trim. My hair feels lighter and so does my head.
Once I do get back into the working world, it will be interesting to see if I am swayed by all the newly glossy coloured hair or if I will walk around with an air of confidence embracing the ageing process.
We'll just have to wait and see.