I have FINALLY FINISHED DYEING MY HAIR and for more than a few reasons.
1. I'm tired of having it done.
2. It is expensive
3. It is time consuming. (I have better things to do with this time.)
4. I think the dye is causing my hair to thin and even fall out.
(my hairdresser denies this fact....hmmmm)
5. The darker color no longer matches my skin tone.
(my hairdresser denies this fact but offers to "go lighter"
hmmmmmm.....)
6. And at the end of the day let's face it........
I'M STILL 64 YEARS OLD
I didn't come to this decision over night. One cold day back in January of this year, soon after my 64th birthday, I was walking with my sister . I began "airing all of my hair related complaints to her while I lamenting that I feared looking old. "When she could get a word in she asked me, "Why not let the color grow out and see if you like it? You know you can always dye it back if you want to. Just like that she planted the seeds of change. After all It was in my own power to decide what I wanted to do. By the end of the month I had cancelled my standing appointment and started on the 9 month journey. I had my hair cut as short as I could stand it and wore a lot of head wraps and hats to cover the unsightly white roots that appeared. At about 9 months in it most of the color was gone.
The big surprise for me is that I LOVE IT! I have no regrets though I do admit to being a bit startled from time to time by the
"old lady"
looking back at me in the mirror.
Thanks to Paul McCartney and John Lennon for their timeless song "When I'm 64" released in 1967
I have to admit though that 64 years old seemed a lot older in 1967 than it does now!
When I'm Sixty-Four
When I get older losing my hair
Many years from now
Will you still be sending me a Valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine
If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four
You'll be older too
And if you say the word
I could stay with you
I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride
Doing the garden, digging the weeds
Who could ask for more
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four
Every summer we can rent a cottage
In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera, Chuck and Dave
Peace and Love
Jackie
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Jackie
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