When I was younger I always wanted to be a brunette but now – as the reality of being 60 looms – I am glad I’m not.
When I first met my mother-in-law she was 52 years old and already had a blue rinse – remember those?
Yet, there has never been a time when being grey is more acceptable, if not trendy, than now. Young women even dye their hair silver these days!
Men, if they are handsome enough, get called silver fox but I can’t recall hearing an older woman described as a silver vixen, despite a canon of grey haired role models. And I can’t be the only person who thinks Helen Mirren and Judi Dench actually look better grey?
I recently came across a very modern dilemma: I have three friends (all raven-haired beauties) who had their children in later life, after they had started to go grey. Apparently you can’t dye your hair when you’re pregnant these days so these women were forced to sport that most unflattering of looks – grey roots!
I’ve never dyed my hair other than the obligatory disaster with a packet of Nice & Easy in my teens and the odd highlights’ birthday treat to mark ones with a nought on the end. To be honest, the upkeep of dying your hair has always struck me as so much effort and expense that I never entertained going that route. Mind you, I am genetically blessed and have the kind of multi-tonal hair (wouldn’t go so far as to call myself blonde) that blends well with my grey. However, I like to think that if I were the brunette of my dreams, I would still go with the flow and go grey gracefully.
I’d be interested to hear your thoughts on the subject?