Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Growing Old Gracefully

     This post will not be a literary tour de force, it will instead be a stream of consciousness, quasi-coherent ramble on my thoughts about growing old. Go forth at your own risk.

     So, I'm 44 and youth has been heading South for a while now.  My hair has/had a blond streak in it and I was told it would be the first thing to go grey. Yes indeedy. Except I don't have grey hair, it's white and it's pretty uniformly turning that color. I used to color with a "wash out in 28 shampoos" jobby, but I hate the fakeness of it. I just think that at a certain age brown/blond/black hair that comes from a bottle looks silly. I don't want to be that person, but I hate feeling like the only one who is just letting the aging process go unimpeded. I tried some herbal stuff, Bulk Herb Store has a mix that they don't advertise as a hair color, but lots of people give reviews and say that it does lightly cover grey. It did absolutely nothing for me. So I got a henna mix from Mountain Rose Herbs and in one of my more brilliant moments decided that heck yeah, 10 days before my sons wedding is the PERFECT time to take that baby for a spin. Bep looked at my hair and said it was really pretty, but the grey is "an unfortunate shade of orange." I busted out laughing, I laughed until I cried. Apparently nobody has ever said anything as witty as that. Maybe it's hormones; who cares at this point.

     I do occasionally see women going naturally grey, I saw a gal recently in a parking lot and wanted to tell her how beautiful I thought her hair was. I got scared that she'd think I was some sort of psychotic lesbian though, so I didn't. I mean, look at this woman. Lovely, no?
    I know that I'm not the only one who struggles with this, so does this blogger. And the increased cancer risk worries me too, see this page for a start. I just hate feeling so out of step with everyone else. I guess maybe I thought that by the time it happened, I'd be ready for it.

    I'll try to muddle my way through this, but when the time comes for you to cross this bridge, I'll be here to support you. And pass you the henna.