Hair Encore

Where was I? Oh yes. Hair.

I don't feel very happy and doubt even Catherine can bring me out of this funk. It's raining and windy and cold. I just looked into the mirror and it wasn't what I expected. Again. Damn aging! How does she do it? Okay. I know how she does it. Money and plastic surgery. Granted. But there exists a graciousness and sense of herself that transcends everything. That is the essence I long to find in myself. But the search seems fruitless, especially today.

I suppose I could color my hair, which by the way is shoulder length now. Catherine obviously does. But I know myself. I will forget to get it done in time and end up looking even worse than I normally do. It’s already impossible to make those every five week hair cutting appointments.

No, having Catherine as my muse doesn’t mean becoming Catherine. Rather it’s how to graciously age and remain myself. To hold dear the elements essential to who I am and polish them. So as of today I’ve opted to allow the grey to creep thicker and thicker around the edges of my face. Oddly enough there is more creep on one side than the other, which brings to mind the Cruella DeVille look. By that I mean the hair surrounding the right side of my head is silvery grey, while the left side is brown. It’s weird. So weird that I can part my hair on the left, flip my hair over to the left, and voila. No more grey.

However, being me, I choose the grey, and enhance it now. Instead of a blond rinse I’ve settled for a purple one that brings the white out. Kind of cool I have to say.