It starts slowly and you think they will never really take over…you’re in absolute denial. First there’s only one or two, which you find terribly amusing and have a laugh with friends, who of course tell you that if you choose to remove any of them, three will grow back in their place. Yeah right…
Then as time passes, denial no longer works because these horrid little creatures stare back at you in the mirror every morning, finding solace in making more of the same, pretending to hide when really all they’re doing is gathering force, till one day… you have to face the music and say to yourself “I’m turning grey”!! Hair…love it or hate it, each and every one of us has to deal with it in our own way. Why are we rarely happy with what we have? That goes for both men and women, it’s our bugbear.
I was watching Jordan Spieth win the US Open Golf Championship the other day, this gorgeous 21 year old from Texas, with a mountain of talent and the world at his feet, who is clearly losing his hair. Sadly you can see the effect on him. Every time he removes his golf cap to accept a trophy and make a speech, you know he’d give the prize money back to have a full head of hair! He is 21!! Hello Prince William…
My heart goes out to the people who suffer from Alopecia, an autoimmune disease in which hair is lost from the scalp and in some severe conditions, completely. Think about our beautiful friends who have been through the worst suffering cancer, and what chemo does to destroy the last of their pride. I can’t imagine the loss I would feel as a woman.
Our hair is like our personal umbrella, our guard of armour, where everything tucks in underneath. I’d put money on the fact that if you start the day with your locks falling into place, it will be a good day. But if that ‘cowlick’ of yours is having a random moment…odds are, good day or not, you’ll feel like crap.
I appreciate this blog might read a little ‘light-headed’ this week but hey, I will fight the onslaught of grey hair like Jon Snow fought the White Walkers (sorry I’m a huge Game of Thrones fan) and that’s to the bitter end!
Don’t get me wrong, far from complaining, I am lucky to have a strong, healthy head of hair…it’s just the transitioning factor that challenges me. How does one go from ‘ash blonde’ to the inevitable? For me right now…she doesn’t!
I’m very fortunate to have the best colourist in Sydney, my dear friend Neil Moody, who every six weeks, absolutely colours my way back to the days where looking the age you feel and looking the age you are are one thing. I feel young, think young, I’m fit in mind and body and I want my hair to reflect that. Of course we can’t stop the tide of time, but we can hold the line as long as possible, and I for one intend to do that.
So as I sit with alfoil and colour on my head for hours, and then blow-dry the strong and curlys back into submission, I say to you, see me as I am … a strong 53 year old who refuses to give in!