GREY NO WAY

A mild panic has descended this week that has nothing to do with illness or money or the football grand final and everything to do with the colour grey. Call me vain but my hair colour is overdue and my grey tufts are starting to pop out everywhere. It's like an invasion. One minute there's one and the next they've gathered supporters and multiplied in number. I look awful!

As a child I remember looking at photos of my grandmother and wondering why she never had grey hair! I was in awe at how everyone had a grey haired nanna but mine, well, she had dark hair. It was a miracle, a miracle in a small tube I learnt as I grew older. Someone once told me that my grandmother would go to her grave with a full head of coloured hair. I hope so. She was an inspiration to all grey hating folk.

Of course grey was never an issue when I first started colouring my hair in my twenties. It was permed, bleached, coloured, cut, grown, shaved, straightened BUT IT WAS NEVER GREY. I went from shades of brown to black to tinges of red and not a grey hair was ever seen.My hair was my pride and joy and in a time when I was bearing my daughters and we were on one income, my only extravagance.

Somehow as I grew older things changed. It crept up on me this change and one day looking at the roots of my hair I shivered in horror...grey was in the head. Oh the shame of it all. I imagined my grandmother grimacing in her grave and from there onwards my appointments became more frequent and I would personally check on a daily basis for any grey infringements.

But it's becoming harder and harder work to be vigilant and I'm really feeling like home base for the grey invasion. Check the eyebrows and there's a grey invader. Pluck. Check the face. Oh gross. It's IPL for you. And don't even get me started about down south. May as well take out shares in Gillette razors and employ a full time beauty therapist!

I don't know why it worries me so much. Is it wanting to remain young? Is it the pleasure of the fight against a body that always gives me grief? Is it just inbred into me? I have no answers folks other than, grey makes me quiver with fear. Grey makes me wear my hair long, hide behind sunglasses or simply stay home until that blessed hairdressing appointment arrives.

And the bliss of it all. As the colour is applied I feel the stress escape from my body. As I view my new head of hair I feel renewed pride. I got this. I am no longer grey.

Till next time...xxx