The Great Color Debate!

Now, you may be thinking that's since I'm interested in arts- that I'm going to discuss pigments and hues.

You'd be wrong.

Today as I was sipping coffee with my dear Grandmother, Mae, and her dear friend, Velma and my Mama; the subject of hair color came up. Velma had seen me out in the yard talking to my father- but, for some reason- had thought it wasn't me because my hair color wasn't "right". Now, truth be told- I have that kind of hair that has always changed in the sunlight- but, I don't think there was that much sun on that particular day. She continued to quiz me on my hair color. Naturally, I leaned over and showed her that my hair is going gray and to camaflouge it- I have it treated.

Now, the type of treament I'm using these days is actually "stripping" the color from the darker shades to more evenly blend with the grays... I'm keeping the grays. I've earned 'em. I'm proud of 'em. And, I'm not so superficial that I feel compelled to compete with the "Soccer Mom" image of middle-age female trying to look fifteen years younger. I FEEL old. So, what's the big deal of looking my age? I mean-- I'm not trying to look like a Haus Frau from the pre-80's decades either. I'm just trying to maintain ME and look presentable- but, NOT to the point that I'm going to color my hair the same shades it was back when I was in my "prime". Sheesh.

But, because the subject had been brought up- my Gmom had to voice her opinion, too. She thinks I should color it...auburn brown. She feels that no woman living in this day and age- should have to "go gray". Well- what's wrong with LOOKING my age- I ask? I guess I should allow HER to go to the beauty salon with me and choose the "bottle"... just to SEE her preference... but, I don't think I shall. The idea of "having" to maintain a steady schedule of coloring is as repulsive to me as primping and preening. Ugh.

Funny. My mother in law just brought up the subject of my hair color yesterday. WHAT is it? WHY now? Her opinion was that it just looked as if I' HAD something done to it- and she thought it looked particularly becoming that day. Now- WHERE on earth did THAT notion come from? I"m taking a good long hard look in the mirror- and it (the color) is three weeks overdue... the roots are just beginning to show (with this stripping process- I can get away with a lot more!) and the weight of my hair is about to drive my NUTZ. I HATE having my hair hanging around my collar and around my face. WHY all this conversation about my HAIR these days?

Why, why, why? I've been fighting that mop up there all this week- pin it up. I've been going for the more sophisticated combs and a little messy like the young investigator on "Cold Case Files" and my friend, Melanie, from Conway. I just see their hair as natural and not so fussy- but, up and a little romantic. Ahhh... yes- THAT's the look I'd like to achieve. And, after another look in the mirror and several more trys at getting the combs to hold... uhhh...

I'll be back later. I have a hair appointment. Beverly just happens to be able to fit me in this afternoon. Maybe SHE can create magic on my head. Whatever it is- I'm sure the Master won't approve. He wants it long. I don't know that he has a color preference- maybe I'll ask him before I leave.

Tata for now. Give me a call.. the number is Clairol #767. Hmm... I may just have to have a manicure and make an apptmt for the tanning bed, too. YIKES. That's a nightmare thought! Note to self... get some new makeup while you're at Merle Norman ;)