Last Thursday I went for a much-needed haircut. I had had to cancel my last 2 appointments because of work, so I was desperate.
My hairdresser is rather "no frills". I'm always shocked to hear what friends pay for their haircuts – some upwards of $60 and $70 – when I go for a good cut for under $25. Of course, I don't have her blow dry my hair, because I'm just going home to bed.
So I'm sitting in the chair, listening to the chit-chat around me, staring at myself in the mirror. Or should I say critiquing myself. As I was admiring my choice in eye shadow that day, and remarking that my skin looks better with wet, dark hair, something shiny in the mirror caught my eye.
What's that gleaming thing in my hair? It looks like a million glimmering pieces of thread. But I'm not wearing anything that color...OH MY GOD LOOK AT ALL OF MY GREY HAIR!
It was like she parted the silver sea because in an instant my head resembled Steve Martin's.
KK: "Wow...look at all my grey hair!" I was in shock. I mean, I knew I had SOME grey hairs...I just didn't think I had sprouted an entire colony!
HAIRDRESSER: "Maybe it's time we start doing something about that!"
KK: "I don't think I can dye my hair."
I traumatize my hair enough every day drying it for 30 minutes.
HAIRDRESSER: "There's all different things you can do...permanent, semi-permanent...you take after your mom, she's really grey."
Great. Thanks, mom. First, varicose veins. Now this.
KK: "I think I'll go natural...I'm not sure dyeing is for me."
HAIRDRESSER: "It's up to you. Then you'll look like your grandmothers."