There is no sizzling, erotic plot here.... in my version of "Fifty Shades of Gray". No one is blind-folded and led down the sordid path of pleasure. My version consist of the fifth shades of Gray that are talking over my hair color. Almost a year ago I put chemical coloring on my hair for the last time. .... well, for the last time until I can't stand it anymore. I wanted to see what happens and what my "natural" hair color looks like at 48.
Right now I'm styling an ombre look until my fading highlights become distant memories. It's been tough seeing the change but intriguing at the same time. Each week I look at the progression of blonde transitioning to a darker blonde. Some days I'm confident that I'm making the right decision, and other days I wonder what in hell was I thinking?! This weekend, as I was brushing my hair for bed.....I saw what I had been looking for. The dreaded gray. Streaks. ...gray, white, mixed together in this amazingly shocking pool of color. When I pull my hair back it is distinct. .... obvious. For two night I have stared at what has become of my hair and age. Do I keep going and let nature do her thing? Do I throw in the towel and fight this this with everything my hair stylist has in her arsenal? I'm not as confident as I once was and the decision is not as black and white. ...errrr...blonde or gray.
I always thought that one day I would have the most amazing silver color that I would cut into a cute sleek bob. I would have confidence beyond me dreams and I would wear those silver strands with a sense of pride and wisdom. Right now, I am standing on shaking legs and jonesing for some foil!
PEACE
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