The glorious silver trend in hair continues as younger women are letting their hair go gray, flaunting their streaks, or bleaching and toning it in shades of gunmetal, platinum, and chrome. I admit, while it looks fantastic on young women with smooth skin, I have my doubts about having gray hair AND wrinkles.
None of my friends have made this transition yet, either. But in spite of my trepidation, I stopped coloring my hair to find out just how silver I’d be, thinking perhaps I’d join their ranks, hoping I’d find a wild streak or two in there.
Ten weeks later I had an inch of new growth as my red gently faded and my ash brown reappeared. I had enough new hair to see silver in my roots, and yes, there were a couple of would-be streaks, but, I say would-be, because I’ve been struggling mightily with my hair as the color grew out. It’s baby-fine and limp, what’s jokingly called “frog fur” in a salon. My sweet Mom always joked about her “12 hairs,” well I’m luckier. I have at least 15, and right now, none of them are cooperating at all. Trust me when I say it’s become unmanageable, I’m a pro…
Once again I’m forced to admit I’m powerless over my hair. I am chemically dependent. My hair needs fullness, manageability, and shine. Saying goodbye to my precious metal mindset, I blend up a bowl of magic and set to work, one 1/4″ parting at a time.
Just like watching a Polaroid, the color develops before my eyes, and I see my rich, red hair reappearing. I see my complexion even out, and my eye color pop. Forty five minutes later I shampoo and condition, and as I run a comb through my hair, it feels fuller and more resilient. I feel as if I have 30 hairs! And… I feel like myself again, the very best version of myself. That is what great hair-color is all about!
I guess that’s why after the Lone Ranger said, “Hi-yo Silver,” he said, “away!”