I’d like to share a little secret with you, move in a little closer…. It’s not that uncommon to find women becoming gray earlier and more often than ever before. Stress, anxiety and that darn heredity have left many of us wondering what exactly is our natural hair color anywho? A sad state of affairs,to be sure, to have to depend on L’Oreal or Clairol to define our most glorious asset. Unfortunately, it’s just one more thing we have to add on the list of beauty rituals. Count it among, plumping our lips with the latest collagen craze or lifting our skin with the most advanced magical skill. Dyeing our hair should be forever considered a vitally important task to our overall beauty regime.
Some will argue that going natural would probably be a bit more nourishing for our soul. After all, gray is endearing, sophisticated and distinguished. I would agree if we were discussing Sean Connery or the very handsome Phil Donahue. But, let’s get real here, gray can take a drastic toll on sex appeal. Pure and simple. Gray reminds most of sweet silver-haired grannies of yesteryear. Gray can also conjure up past images of dowdy librarians and gracious English teachers. I don’t know about you all, but I’d like to keep heads turning until my last living breath. I, absolutely, do know how shallow I’m coming off. I also do know, that if we’re being honest here, I stand in the majority.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I would like to be beheld with sensual glances. I would like my gorgeous dark curly hair to be admired, to be imagined in fantasies real and make-believe. I would like to hold on to my lasting youth with clenched hands and until my last visible breath. Too much to ask? Perhaps. Although, I’ll take my chances in this superficial world we’ve all come to know and love.
Blond ambition, fire-red glamour and incredible chestnut manes adorn us, wrap us in confidence and seal our first impressions. Hair dye is only becoming more technologically advanced and has even been touted as allowing our hair to become even more healthy than ever before. Possibly, the greatest beauty invention of our time, or at least mine. I bow to the genius who invented something so simple yet so powerfully illuminating. Frosting, highlighting, low-lights, bleaching and glossing. Musical words that ring sweet. To dye or not to dye? There really is no question. As far as I’m concerned, I’ll be the 99 year old woman getting into the jag with cascading auburn tresses and 6-inch stillheto heels.
