I’m a recovering redhead. Well, about to be. Today I had the stylist snip off most of my hair, in order to set the stage for growing out the color to what might turn out to be sophisticated silver, grand dame gray, or wisdom white. I don’t know yet.
I’ve spent several years contemplating this turning point. A close friend actually bet me that I wouldn’t stick with my decision, once the results were in–or out, as the case may be. I didn’t accept the bet. My daddy taught me never to bet except on a sure thing, and that would not include my cosmetic decisions. Nevertheless, the offered bet stands as a challenge to my resolve, and I’m looking forward to the forthcoming appearance in my mirror of someone resembling the glamorous Judi Dench.
I’ve been a redhead all my life, not counting the years from birth to age seventeen. That’s when I made the decision to become a redhead for life, and never changed my mind. The shade, yes. The idea, no. Being a redhead, not unlike being a blonde, I suppose, created a social expectation that perfectly matched my inner personality. Enthusiasm, quirkiness, sunny disposition, a certain amount of mystery–whatever character traits might be associated with redheads–I already had. Never underestimate the destiny fulfilled by hair color.
I’ll keep you posted on what happens next.
love your hair and your decision! these changes can be hard as they mess with how you understand your identity – deep rooted identity! i highlight my hair every year and it’s almost visible how times i’ve had it done by the different shades of my hair! i like it though….for now.:) thanks for sharing. jodi