Six of my siblings had red hair, two were brunette and there was one blonde...me...who slowly turned medium brown with age. Now that brown has silver all through it, so it sort of looks like pewter. Got that hair type and color from my paternal grandma...the only grandchild she had that got it. She used to wear her hair long and braided, wrapped around her head in a crown, when I was younger but cut it all off when she got into her 70s and got a perm....I remember crying as the long, beautiful hair fell to the floor of her porch. Could never understand how she thought short hair was going to be less fuss and work.
My hair style has stayed pretty much the same since high school as my hair is fine, curly/wavy and just gets very big instead of longer...especially if I let the layers grow out. Must have layers to thin it out and make it lay right. At its longest it reaches right at the bra strap~sorry guys...you were warned to look away~and when it's cut it is mid shoulder blade. When I was in grade school it was down to my waist. It is now worn in long layers that can be gathered in a pony tail or clip...or worn loose and wavy/curly.
I started going grey in my mid-30s and started coloring it then, just lighter blonde/brown highlights and such to blend in the occasional grey hairs. In my 40s the grey showed up to be noticed and I had a problem...grey roots, color roots, real hair...constant maintenance to keep up with that mess. My hair was looking too brassy and felt like straw, not healthy at all. I asked the boys if I could go grey but they were reluctant...said I was too young to go grey. A few years later I asked again and they finally said go ahead...so I started using a wash out rinse that blended the grey until my natural hair color could be revealed.
You would not believe how much anger my going grey provoked in my sisters, my friends from high school and my co-workers...all the same age or older than I and all still coloring for all they were worth. That amazed me...why in the world would they care so much? Then it dawned on me...I broke ranks. I decided to show my true age and they were afraid everyone would know they were old too.
I LOVED the silver!!! I still can't wait until it all goes silver but I doubt I'll be one of those silver/white ladies..I could only wish. I love how it sparkles in the sun and in lamp light. I love how healthy my hair is now that I don't color it...not one split end can I find and it's shiny, soft, strong.
I don't think it ages me at all, as I have an olive skin tone that tans easily and my fat fills in my wrinkles.

At 49 I think I look exactly 49, which is right and proper. I've lived every single year to the fullest and I think I should LOOK the part. My kids don't think I look that old...after teasing me mercilessly when I started to let it go grey, they have come to admit they think it's much prettier this way. Could have knocked me over with a feather.
One of my high school friends(?) saw me for the first time in 8 yrs and the first thing she blurted out was, "Did they run out of boxed color down at Walmart?". I slowly looked at her hair, smiled sweetly and said, "Apparently not." Apparently grey hair allows one to be blunt and honest...who knew?
I love being allowed to be old. I don't like BEING old, as quite often it hurts, but being allowed to look and act my age is heavenly! Haven't had that much freedom since I was a child.
Yep...I've always been a bit vain about my hair and still am at times, though most of my vanity has flown out the window as I have aged. I'll be glad when it has all departed.
