Submitted by Rosi
My Story
A few years ago I figured out how much money I was spending getting color, streaks and highlights put in my hair. I sent my middle daughter off to cosmetology class, and I was the happy guinea pig. Within six months I had tried every color from platinum blond to velvet black to burnt-to-a-crisp green. I let it grow for a few months, pulling it back into a tight ponytail with a big bow, and as soon as there was a good inch of virgin roots, off it came. It is a good thing I like short hair. I let my daughter quit cosmetology school and become a forest ranger apprentice.
I finally have enough grey hair to show it off. I personally love grey hair, especially if it is salt and pepper. I have worked hard for every one of them and intend to wear them as a badge of honor. My kids have staked a claim on different heavily grayed patches -- one is my son’s from when he got a ticket, one is from my daughter’s last boyfriend…
At 48 years old, I can finally stop paying for streaks. I started a piggy bank and am saving my dye money for a trip to Australia. If you can’t take life’s little changes with a grain of salt, sugar, or a swig of coffee, what would life be? A few years ago I had a heart attack and I have learned that it’ll be calm and serene after I am gone. For now, I ride the roller coaster of life, with my grey hair blowing in the wind.
