I decided a while back to grow out my grey hair to see where I stood with it. I started going grey young, to tell you the truth. I was maybe sixteen or seventeen when I found my first few silvers. Anyway, I’ve only touched up the pink in the front lately, but let everything else grow. Yowzers. The top is so grey, in fact, that it is almost more grey than brown. So, the new plan is the let the sides and back go, since those roots aren’t visible, while the hair on top stays under the protective care of haircolor. Once the back and sides grow all the way out I’ll let the top go in phases to catch up. All this to avoid silver roots. If I was braver or a dude, I’d crop my hair and be done. But I like my hair and don’t feel up for a pixie. In the meantime, I have cut pictures of silver-haired ladies out of magazines. I found one that says “here comes they grey” and find myself studying pictures of Emmylou Harris.
I’m in the “live more naturally” camp today, but give it a week, though, and I’ll be back in the “I’ll deal with this in a decade” camp. Then back to the naturalist camp, and so on and so forth.