When my daughter had only been out of school a few years, she came to visit. It was wonderful to see her and her new friends. We took pics and enjoyed the visit. After she returned home, I viewed some of the pics. I was horrified at how my hair was greying. Despite the fact that I never wanted to dye my hair, I embarked on that 15 year or so, journey. I was not ready to show my greying hair.

This last year, Leonard asked me to quit dying my hair. (I think that he wants to look younger than me). It has taken over a year for all the dye to grow out of my hair. I really don’t care for the result. Had I continued to dye my hair without letting all the dye grow out, I probably could have continued down that path. Being that I didn’t, I’ve been gathering advice from various sources.

My sister-in-law said that she had tried to do highlights but it made it worse. Hmm. My daughter has a good friend, that is a hair salon stylist. From what I’ve seen, she truly has a gift. Often, hairdressers ask you what you want and then end up doing what they want instead. I remember, my daughter sharing with me that Julianne truly listens and accommodates. This also is a gift–being a good listener.

I asked my daughter to inquire of her good friend, Julianne about what I should do. She was quite thorough in her response.

In the end, she said this: “Personally, I’m in the camp of if your natural white hair is beautiful, why not embrace it and forego all that root touch up maintenance. But if I’ve learned anything as a stylist, you can have someone who has the most beautiful natural color, gray, white or otherwise and if they don’t like it and they want it gone, that’s what matters more.”

This makes me thankful in her response, because it shows that she really cares about how that person feels. This, I believe makes for a good stylist and also a good friend.

As you can see, my hair has gotten pretty white, yet it’s brunette in the back. I’m still not sure what I will actually do, but I appreciate the knowledge that Julianne has.

Like the saying that your body ages on the outside, but on the inside, you still feel eighteen. I do still feel eighteen, and it is weird to be sixty-five and have white hair. It’s not like I’ve ever been physically beautiful, so I guess it’s a little vain to think about. Except for the fact that you want to be and do your best and you don’t want to be that “old lady”.