I love this do. The curls, the waves, the pattern of color. This is what I want. Mary colored her hair off and on for years and finally said, "whatever." She's as down-to-earth and bubbly as her hair.
I love the patch of snowy white on the top, like the spouting of a little halo. It cascades down to shades of silver and then ends with darker curls at the nape. Such cool variations.
My own silver tones are looking pretty unremarkable.
Did it always look this way? I know I've seen some heads of color that were clearly from the bottle. Many dye jobs look artificial - too dark, too flat, too brassy. Was I one of those? I'll probably never know.
What I do know is that I don't want to color my hair anymore. Even if I'm not crazy about the wisdom highlights I'm accruing. I think I've crossed the threshold from being afraid to give up the bottle, to "whatever." I've enjoyed not having to find time to cloister myself in the bathroom while I mix up dark chemicals and gag my way through the toxic fumes. Women, why did we ever start this?!?
If you're twenty and want to play with hair color as an accessory, that's one thing. But, to assume (and that's what we're doing here, ladies) that once grays appear, it's time to lock into the dying ritual? We need to break free of that notion. I've said it before, I'll say it again: for all the hard-won freedoms women have fought for, the lie that we can't be gray is the dumbest. It doesn't make any sense that we still buy into that one.
I'm noticing silver-headed women these days. And I'm complimenting them for their courage and their insight. And yes, their wisdom.
We need to do more of that.