The elephant no-one wishes to speak of isn’t just in my room, he follows me wherever I go, I may need to give him a name. Feel free to name him in the comments…
You see it’s my hair, my growing out, my going natural, my grey hair. In fact it is not even my grey hair which encourages my friendly elephant, it is the combination of the left over red dyed hair which joins the grey on my head.
I began growing out my dyed hair in a bid to ‘go natural’ in the head department back in April when I wrote about it here. There are no pressing reasons I want to stop dying my hair apart from the inconvenience and the growing ineffectiveness of said dye. I get grey peeking through within a week and I feel like I may as well embrace the grey rather than fight it with dubious chemicals every few weeks.
There have not really been any wavering moments of regret yet because I think I am still intrigued to see what it will look like. Yes I do worry that I will look very very very old, but surely a lick of lippie and a coating of foundation will solve that? We shall see…
Talking of seeing, want to see how the hair is progressing? I want to stop dying altogether so I decided I didn’t want to get lowlights to try and blend in the grey/white/glow as it grows out. I have about 3cm of natural and I am not willing to get it cut down to 3cm, so persevere I must.
Now, see the sun glinting off my head? That is not just sunshine using me as a reflector, that is pure whiteness. Just in that area, so this, my friends is going to be interesting. I have to say that the texture of my newly natural hair is not awful (so far), it is not twanging out all over the place or feeling wiry, so that is a good thing.
People who know I am growing it out are interested as to how it will look, and are in turns horrified at the whiteness and encouraged by my ‘young’ style (ha). I am hoping the summer will be forgiving as I really can’t wear lots of make up without it gently sliding off my face in the heat and humidity of the St Louis weather. By the winter (if I haven’t desperately grabbed a box of hair dye), I will be lining up at the make up counter begging for help!
These last two pictures almost hide the grey although you can see some peeky white in the second one.
I can’t believe no-one has dropped hair colourist cards at my feet or taken me to one side to have a friendly ‘chat’ about my interesting roots. My elephant has not been addressed yet, poor thing is feeling neglected, but I don’t mind him following me around until I get the courage to get it cut a little shorter, so that it looks less like I just need to dye my damn hair!
The adventure continues….