I'm thinking about coloring my hair.
Not changing the color, just covering the grey.
For most people, this isn't really a big deal. You buy the stuff in the box, do whatever alchemy is in the instructions, and you're done. Alternately, you pay someone big-ish or even big bucks to do it for you.
But for me, I've never done this before. My hair is still mostly brown, still mostly has decent natural highlights, and the gray isn't terribly noticeable. But the numbers of gray hairs are increasing slowly but steadily and I want to act on this now before I start looking middle aged before I actually get there. (Around age 60, right?)
There's certainly a precedent for hair coloring in my family:
My mother has been a lovely natural bottle blonde for almost 16 years. (I remember it well: She was brownish six weeks before my wedding, a redhead at my wedding, and a blonde about six weeks after that. We never knew what she was going to look like that summer and fall.) (But you were always quite lovely Mom. And still are.)
My sister, too, is a lovely bottle blonde, although she at least started life as a blonde, as opposed to shifting gears altogether. But her hair darkened with time until it was more brown than blonde and Meredith eventually started having the blonde put back in. (She insists that it's just highlights and lowlights but I fail to see the distinction between that and dye.)
My stepmother's natural hair color hasn't been seen since Reagan was president. His first term.
I've got a couple of aunts whose natural hair color I have never seen that I'm aware of.
On the other hand, Crazy Aunt Laura doesn't color her hair at all, so I'm not the only hold-out.
I have one particular small patch of gray hair that I can trace to Fall 2001. How do I know this? Lemme 'splain:
Elegant turned one on September 4, 2001.
We all know what happened one week later.
Shortly thereafter, my one-year-old decided to follow the wisdom of the great Ferris Bueller: "Life goes by pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it." Only, she heard the "life goes by pretty fast" and went with that as her mantra.
Early in October we went to the beach. Did you know that one-year-olds are very slippery when wet? It was like Elegant had greased herself up, we could barely keep a grasp on her and believe me people, we were keeping as many hands on her as possible. She slipped away from me in one heart-stopping moment and threw herself into the waves. Luckily, it was an incoming wave, but she was still tumbled and flipped for about 20 feet inland until I could get her. I pulled her out of the water -- spitting out water and completely abraded by the sand -- and the damn child tried to do it again.
Two weeks later, we were at an orchard at the top of the mountain. There's an overlook where one can get a nice view of our little city. The only thing keeping one from tumbling down the side of the mountain is a barricade of straw bales. Guess which child tried to wiggle between the bales of hay and to the other side? She was actually on the other side when I grabbed her by the collar and pulled her to safety.
About a week or two later, we were at a farm when the same child wriggled loose and ran into a field with a horned mama cow and her baby. We had a firm grip on her, but she definitely gave Houdini a run for his money.
Obviously, Elegant has lived and survived her toddler years, but there was a time there when we had our doubts.
So I developed quite a few gray hairs in one particular spot that fall. I have dedicated those hairs in Elegant's honor. But there are others popping up here and there, their silvery brightness visible among the dark brown.
I've discussed this with my Hair God. He swears he sees only one or two gray hairs, but we all know that Hair Gods are paid so much money that they just HAVE to lie to their customers.
(BTW, I went to see the Hair God last week. That man is just SO good at what he does.)
Thus, I'm thinking about taking the plunge. Of course, I've been thinking about it for nearly a year and haven't acted, so who knows when I'll actually get around to it?