Memories wedged in the grey matter, concerning ... the matter of going grey...
There are memorised conversations in my head. I didn’t mean to memorise them. But, they’re in there;
one or two brief exchanges – embedded, word-for-word.
Actually, there are way more than just ‘one or two.’ There are loads. (I’m sure we all have this, yes?).
Anyway, for the purpose of this Blog, I’ll recall just two, because they concern the dilemma faced by many women who dye their hair – the dilemma being: “should I stop dyeing my hair and allow the grey or silver hair to grow out? Perhaps I’ll do it now ... or, maybe when I hit 45 .. or 50? Would it be so awful to wait until I’m 60? Hmmm ... perhaps ... not. Maybe I’ll just keep on dyeing until I die?”
Conversation Number One occurred on an aeroplane.
I was all dressed up – as was my hair which was beautifully brunette and blow-dried and, I hoped, all wavy and luscious and youthful-like. The photo (left) was taken in December, 2011.
(the usual hour or so in the bathroom with surgical gloves and those little, plastic bottles of pigment-filled potions had put paid to the greys. Not a single, silvery strand to be seen – not even half-a-centimetre peeping out where it could glimmer in the sunlight - as they do - ‘outing’ me as just another Pretend Brunette Who Is Really Rather Grey).
So, I am sitting in my favourite aeroplane seat, right up front by the door. Other passengers are still filing up the steps from the tarmac and, among them; I see the top of a head I instantly recognise – for, it is blonde; so very, very blonde. Turns out her allocated seat is right next to mine and we happily greet one another, delighted with the coincidence of being on the same flight and seated in the same row.
We probably wouldn’t have even mentioned my hair colour, had it not been for the constant scratching. At some stage in my early forties, I became aware that ‘Hair-Colouring Day’ meant, over the following 24 hours, I’d be doing an extremely plausible impersonation of someone with a bad case of head lice.
The allergic reactions had been getting worse with each hair-colouring session, I told my friend; so much so, I had sought advice from a doctor. He suggested I take a little antihistamine tablet on ‘Hair Colouring Day.’ The tablets worked. Marginally.
“Honestly! This itching is driving me crazy,” I said, scratching at the nape of my neck. “I really think I should just give up on the whole ‘colouring my hair’ thing ...”
This is where the conversation became a memorable one, so strong was her reaction.
This is Conversation Number One:
Blonde: “Oh my GOD, NOOOOO!! You can’t go grey! You’re far too young!”
Itchy-Scritchy Brunette (that’s me): “It’s not that I feel ready to go grey, but I’m so tired of this. It keeps me awake at night when I’ve just had the colour done. It’s always the longest night, every time...”
Blonde (showing signs of recoiling in horror): “Just take the antihistamines. You’ll be fine. Just ... just ... DON’T go grey!”
Itchy-Scritchy Brunette: “Well, I s’pose ... and, I imagine it would be a huge step; you know – psychologically?”
Blonde: “Absolutely! I certainly wouldn’t do it if I were you. I’d be taking those tablets. Oh my GOD, grey! (small shudder). Ghastly – it would just be GHASTLY!”
There wasn’t a lot I could say to that. Her tone was such, that I felt the matter had been settled. The decision had been made. I took to taking the tablets.
Conversation Number Two was brief, but definitely memorable. It changed everything.
Well, okay – not everything – but it certainly presented me with an unexpected and very sharp bend in the road that is a part of my life’s wee path ... and, ultimately, led me to start my www.silverisgoldgirl.com blog.
Conversation Number Two wasn’t so much ‘a conversation,’ but some quietly-spoken advice, to which I simply listened. It occurred about six months after Conversation Number One.
Off I went to my family doctors’ clinic with a certain sense of foreboding, as my allergic reactions had worsened. Rather than maddening ‘itchies’ at the nape of my neck, it was angry, hot and red welts forming there each time I dyed my hair. They were also forming higher up, on the back of my head. Worse, my forehead and temples were itchy and, after my most recent hair-colouring session, my eye-lids felt ever-so-slightly tingly.
A different doctor was on duty. I described my allergic reactions to her, and assured her these reactions only lasted about 24 hours. But, somehow, I think I knew my time was up (as a brunette, I mean!).
Doctor: “I think what’s happening is, over the years, your body has become less tolerant to the toxins in hair dye. You know, the antihistamines are really just masking the indicators from your body. It's telling you it’s not coping with those toxins.”
Me: Silent. Vaguely alarmed look on face.
The worst is yet to come – the clincher sentence, as she’s looking down at her desk, writing a prescription for more antihistamines:
Doctor: “I would strongly advise you to make sure you’re not home alone on the days and evenings when you’ve dyed your hair.
Me (eyes wide): “Oh, my goodness! Why?”
Doctor: “Because it’s quite possible you could go into anaphylactic shock. Extreme allergic reactions can cause that. You’ll need someone to be with you – to call the ambulance.”
She handed me the prescription.
On my way home, (I drove past the pharmacy, the prescription still in my handbag) I felt an urgent need to pull over and ‘phone my Mother.
“Mum? You’re going to have to go grey. Stop dyeing your hair, I mean. I can’t be grey with a mother who’s not.”
It took her a wee while to come around to the idea. But, she looks stunning.
3/11/2015 01:25:33 pm
Loved it Victoria. Hilarious in parts and most sensible in others!
4/11/2015 09:39:22 am
I totally enjoyed reading this Victoria, loved it. I know the day will come when I will have to join the club, just not quite ready yet! Maybe at 60??
Becs, my cousin - I happen to think you would look SO striking in silver tresses! You have a beautiful face (complete with a lovely smile) and you're just all 'round tall and elegant and gorgeous to 'wear it well.' I know, though, it's a big step, psychologically. You just have to be 'ready' and it's up to you and no-one else :-) Allergies forced it on me, but I can honestly say I now wish I'd done it about five years earlier. There have been NO 'negatives' come from it - only positive stuff. Stay gorgeous, you - Victoria xoxo
19/11/2015 10:31:55 pm
Found your blog Victoria, loved your story of your transition to silver. As usual I think you look amazing and I'm so
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