Appearance, Transition to grey, Uncategorized

Transition to grey… (?)

I have long been fighting reality, namely the reality that I have inherited my father’s hair genes. I have curly/frizzy hair thanks to him, but I ALSO have his gene for premature grey hair. Yay. 😦

It has probably been 20 years since I first started dying my hair. Originally it started just for fun. Changing my hair colour was for the sake of fashion and variety. But over time it has become for reasons of “necessity”. The necessity of concealing my grey hair. I generally keep my hair a dark brown, which I THINK is what my hair colour should be or would be if they grey wasn’t there, but it is getting harder and harder to keep on top of it. My temples in particular are probably 80% grey/white hair, but over all my hair is probably at least 50-60% grey/white. I’m only 35 years old, it doesn’t seem right to have so much grey hair at this age, but hey.. life isn’t fair.

On top of all the effort I invest trying to keep the grey at bay, I also have the reality of having scalp psoriasis, and hair dye is NOT good for that. I use the “natural” stuff that is more gentle on my scalp but it still isn’t good. I very often end up with very sore bleeding patches after dying my hair, and seriously, that is effed up.

So I think it is time to transition to grey. The question is, do I go to the salon and get them to speed the process along and strip out some of the colour from my length?

FWIW, My husband is not super impressed with the idea. I think he is concerned over how old I may look with the grey hair, but whatever, he’ll deal and adapt.

Appearance, Uncategorized

Bad choices abound

I cut my hair off in december and loved it. I was feeling like a sassy bitch, unstoppable. Now I’m just… what the hell was I thinking? I miss my long hair so hard, you have no idea. I miss having a bouncy pony tail. I miss being able to pull ALL of my hair up in ONE elastic. I miss giant sock buns (much to the hatred of my husband, who loathes buns). I miss feeling my long hair floop and swish across my back and shoulders while I walk. I miss having strangers compliment me on my hair. I miss fun braids and pigtails. I miss all the endless options I had for doing my hair. I miss it so haaaaaaaaaaaaaaard.

Granted, my hair looks fine now. It isn’t that it looks bad, because it really doesn’t. Some people think I look even better now than I do with long hair, and hell, maybe they’re right.

 

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Me, right now. Very very shoulder length hair.

The problem isn’t that it looks bad now, the problem is how limiting it is. I have so few options for how I can style my hair. I mean, yes, now that it is this short I am able to rock my natural curls much more easily, so there’s that I guess. And yes, it dries a lot more quickly now that it is so short. So I guess it isn’t all bad.

However, I do have the following complaints with my hair at the moment:

  1. There is no easy way to get all my hair up out of my face and off my neck. One ponytail gets about 73% of my hair, which is just annoying.
  2. My hair is too short to stay in any sort of pony at night, so I wake up at night with my hair EVERYWHERE which is uncomfortable.
  3. I don’t have any truly wash and go styles. Even wearing my hair in its natural curly state requires an inordinate amount of fussing and products and frigging about to get it to look good.
  4. I don’t feel young with my hair like this. Dried normally (ie. straight with some volume) I feel like I look like Sally Field or something.

 

Needless to say, I’m growing it back out. I hate knowing how long it is going to take to get it back to a “fun” length but such is the price I must pay for my hasty decision to chop all my hair off.