Last night I introduced my friends to my natural-hair-color growth plan, affectionately nicknamed RootWatch '09. The overall reception was decidedly lukewarm. There was a fairly even distribution of blank stares and puzzled expressions. A few people asked why on earth would I be growing out all my grey. Aren't I afraid of looking old? Why? How long is it going to take? Why? And finally, the all important question... Why?
I came away from the evening feeling like I should be embarrassed by my natural hair color (which I am not), and mad at myself for feeling compelled to justify my decision. I leaned heavily on the "experiment" excuse, stating that it has been 27 years since I have seen my natural hair color and I want to take a peek... with the unspoken assumption that I would cover it back up promptly upon full exposure. And yes, that is part of it. But I am also finding the silvery-white strands on each side of my widow's peak kind of cool. And I am loving how healthy my hair is becoming now that I am not dying and bleaching it to death. So why not just say that?
On one hand, I don't care what people think enough to change my course of action. On the other hand, I care too much to be honest and upfront about it, I guess. Is that what's going on?
In unrelated news, I have been having really weird, vivid dreams. I used to have them when I was younger, but for the past 10 years, or so, I haven't been dreaming at all (or I've just been too zonked to remember that I have). Last night's involved a drug dealer, a house on the water and sea snakes.
And here I am... worried about my hair! Silly, silly me.