Just when so many women in their 40s, 50s, and beyond are lamenting becoming “invisible” in our youth-oriented world, I’m getting more appreciative glances (from men and women) than ever before IN MY LIFE!
Nine years ago, while living in California, I bade farewell forever to my partly-used tubes of Wella Dark Brown. I was in a relationship with the love of my life who’d suggested that maybe my hair was “too dark”. If you’re out there and you’re still dying your hair to its original, darker hue, you may have noticed that your original color is now too dark for your changing, ageing complexion.
In retrospect, after re-viewing pictures of me from that time, I discovered that that bottled, dark-brown hair was actually ageing me.
I loved having my salt and pepper hair. Back then, there were few women proudly transitioning to their gray hair. Over all that time, I walked through the world, encouraging other women to let their hair take its natural path. “I wish I had the guts to do that,” they gushed. Time and time again, I was taken aback by the fear women seemed to have over letting their hair go gray. Many of these women were 20 years older than me (with hair way too dark for their ageing complexions).
Over the ensuing years, my salt and pepper tresses got heavier and heavier on the sodium and I was okay with that. But once I started doing on-camera auditions last summer, I discovered that my ever-whitening hair was making me look washed-out and I couldn’t have that!
Last August, I started having lowlights put into my hair: light brown, dark brown, various hues of reds and golds. Finally, after about 8 months of this, all of my hair was covered and had started growing out uniformly.
I now had what I’d never wanted: a root line.
So, it was time to take the plunge, and, on May 18, 2017, I did what I’d been wanting to do for years:
I became a blonde.
Yes, a fake blonde, but a blonde, nonetheless. The color seems to go perfectly with my complexion and even seems to have youthed me by several years (not that I was looking to be “youthed”, but I’d be lying if I said that wasn’t a nice discovery and a pretty fancy perk!).
The old saying, “Blondes have more fun” hasn’t played out for me yet because the truth is:
I’ve ALWAYS had fun, irrespective of my hair color.
Although, I do have to admit that
BEING A BLONDE, ALBEIT A “FAKE” ONE, IS PLENTY OF FUN, IN AND OF ITSELF.
(My BlondePhoto was taken by Ryan Lewis@hey_ryanlewis (IG)