status viatoris – being ‘on the way’/being in a state of pilgrimage
At the hairdressers for pruning and re-doing of roots purposes…
SV (peering at herself in the mirror): How nice! My natural colour seems to be getting lighter.
Hairdresser: It’s all white.
SV: It’s better than alright, it’s great!
Hairdresser: No. Your hair is lighter because a lot of it is now white.
SV (putting on her glasses and peering a little closer): Oh.
This is Status Viatoris, thinking she should probably dispense with the glasses and just stick to the fanciful blur, in Italy.
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10/01/2012 at 19:07 |
From experience dispensing with the glasses does wonders for the morale…
10/01/2012 at 21:08 |
It wouldn’t do a lot for my social life though, as I merrily fail to recognise anyone who is more than a couple of feet from the end of my nose!
10/01/2012 at 19:14 |
One of my best friends went white very early, and she wears it with pride and looks gorgeous, and considerably younger than most of us who have not yet gone white.
Go for it SV – back to nature. After all, “blond” can be a term of abuse you know!
10/01/2012 at 21:11 |
Once you start dying your hair vanity makes stopping an impossibility: roots are powerful ugly so they are
10/01/2012 at 19:19 |
Don’t be silly SV, it’s the artificial light at the hairdressers don’t you know!
10/01/2012 at 21:11 |
What a relief!
10/01/2012 at 19:30 |
Yes it must have been distressing – but at least your heart is young enough to withstand the shock, so perhaps better that you’re not older!
10/01/2012 at 21:13 |
But all these shocks can age a ticker, don’t you know. Hey ho…
11/01/2012 at 03:56 |
A hearing test might be in order as well, all RIGHT?
You’re like, 30 something, aren’t you?
Don’t worry; it’ll all get worse before you know it.
Cheers,
Your broken down old man fan in Texas Rev. Paul
11/01/2012 at 11:19 |
It’s the beginning of the end, Rev. Paul, the beginning of the end…
11/01/2012 at 17:18 |
My mother used to say cheerfuly she had no idea what colour her hair was as she’d started colouring it when the first white hair appeared. She died last year, age 94, and still had no idea if she’d actually gone white or not…
11/01/2012 at 17:32 |
Goodness! I can certainly testify that once you start to dye your hair, growing it out again to have a peep at the course nature may have taken is a terrifying prospect. My mother is going white delightfully – one white swathe leading the graceful way. Having looked at my own roots, I am fairly sure I am just mousey salt and pepper all over. Ick.
13/01/2012 at 06:10 |
I started going grey (ahem, silver… ahem Arctic FOX) in my mid 20′s. I say you go ahead and rock it
13/01/2012 at 20:25 |
It is certainly sexy on many women, not totally convinced I have what it takes to pull it off though!!!
19/01/2012 at 08:23 |
I started going grey in my late teens and used to use henna to encourage a more youthful look but eventually gave up because it took such a long time and it was like applying a large cowpat to my head – and yes, I’m lazy …. Some years later I (aged about 32) was in a park with my two small children and I asked some boys to stop throwing things around; one of them shouted, “Shut up, Snowball head!” What an accolade!
19/01/2012 at 08:40 |
Ahhhh the eloquence of youth!