After nearly a decade of doing it, I quit. Full-time RVing and hair coloring that is.
If you’re saying to yourself “What’s this got to do with RVing?” then you probably aren’t female. Or at least like the majority of women who have been persuaded by the cosmetics industry to hate their gray roots. I’ve always been one of those gals, even though dealing with my hair coloring on the road was always a pain. That’s because on the road, you never know what kind of hair stylist you’ll get in every town. Jim’s a dude, but even he can tell you a thing or two about bad haircuts and full-time RVing.
I’m frugal, and tried to convince myself that DIY hair coloring on the road was a breeze. Technically it wasn’t so bad. Jim was an angel and didn’t put up too much of a stink when I broke out the peroxide or spilled dye on the counter. He could deal with my insecurities every few weeks. He knew how much I hated those gray roots. But eventually, I took a long hard look in the mirror and saw the truth. DIY hair coloring just doesn’t work all that well, and it made my hair look like crap. Plus, I hated the way it sucked three hours from my life every month. I’m just not vain enough to think the return on investment was worth the effort.
Through the years I’ve met a few brave women who didn’t buy into the hair coloring trap. They were always courageous enough to go against the norm and show off their silver strands with pride. I envied their guts, because in this youth-obsessed culture of ours, it takes real nerve to say “Screw you, cosmetics industry, I’m doing it MY way!” Tracy, Cindy, Carla and my sister Em have always impressed me with their lovely locks and awesome attitude about not hiding their authentic hair color.
I never had the nerve to be one of those women. I’ve paid an obscene amount of money to hide my roots, which always irritated me. When I turned 47 last year, I finally realized that fretting about my age and gray roots was idiotic. If I continued down that path of insecurity, then turning 50 was going to SUCK. So instead of fighting time, I made the conscious choice to embrace it. After all, getting older and being healthy is a privilege, not an embarrassment. Thank you Universe!
I figured that since I’m going to turn 50, I’d better slide into it as gracefully as any pigeon-toed left-hander can. As part of my acceptance, last August I quit coloring my hair for good. Thanks to my super talented hair colorist niece in Los Angeles, I’ve made a gradual transition into silver. There aren’t enough words to show how grateful I am that she’s so skilled at blending color.
Life’s too short to worry about gray hairs. I’d rather be having fun. And If Jim sports his silver tresses proudly, so can I. Cheers to the women who figured this out long before me. You are my inspiration. Thank you!