Silver Hair? No! Colored Hair? No! Choose One!
Silly me. I believed that by letting my hair return to its natural color (silver?) I would naturally progress along the Sage Woman’s path. This return-to-natural began a year ago, as I approached the big six-oh-dear! day in December.
And then my sage-ier side leaped forward and argued the environmental and C02 issues, and a muffled voice whimpered “Your silver shows wisdom.” Seedier side yelled, “Screw wisdom! I’m not going old!”
Meanwhile my young hairdresser wrapped my shoulders with her plastic cape, ran her hands through my thick hair, commented about what wonderful condition it is in, and asked “What do you have in mind today?”
Seedy Charmaine and Sagey Charmaine met in the middle. “Light weave as close to the brown hair in the back as possible. Leave some silver as highlights.”
I left Pacific Hair Design twenty years younger–in my mind.
So I’m living in this 60 is the new 40 mind set. Spouse and I make regular visits to the local tennis courts where I envision myself gracefully leaping through the air while my brown locks glisten in the sun and glorify my fashionable tennis attire.
That’s just a dirty mind-trick. My tennis attire is the baggiest shorts and t-shirts I own so as to accommodate the near-mummy wrapping over my wrists, knee and ankle. No hair shows because I wear a full hat to keep evil sunlight from my face and eyes. I’m glad we play during school hours because I would frighten anyone under age 16. “Mommy, Mommy, a big fat mummy is on the tennis courts!”
Yet I remain firm in my youth. Well, until last night–a five-finger count from my six-one-oh-dear-day.
The ELDERLY! At 55! I don’t think so. Doesn’t he know that the new 55 is 35–probably his age, and that he’s the new 15.
Unless one dies young, aging happens. I remember my 35th birthday, and then that 40th birthday, and then that 50th birthday and then that 60th birthday. The only changes are the numbers (well maybe that along with some extra aspirin and Ben-Gay), some silvery strands on the head and the will to stay
* Reprinted with permission from Charmaine Coimbra.