Blue Hair

My tresses are naturally silver.  They are not your average grey.  They are not the baby blond of my infancy, nor the bottle-induced auburn of some of my teen years.  It has not been yellowed with chemicals nor age.  I wouldn't trade it for any other color.

The other day, however, I noticed it looked a bit tarnished.  I remembered my mother buying a shampoo especially designed to remove the yellow from white or grey hair, Silver Fox by name.  If she used it too often, her hair turned a pale shade of lavender.  Well, surely technology has worked on that, right? Silver Fox isn't on the market anymore, but I did find a special shampoo for grey hair that made the same claims.

I usually lather my short hair twice, once for the hair and once or the scalp.  I was a little put-off by the deep purple of the shampoo, but that's just marketing, right?  So I toweled it dry as usual, ran a brush through and left it wet with a hint of spray as I always do.  My husband, bleary-eyed from working all night, said only, "Have a good day, Honey."

I tossed my bags in the back and adjusted the seat as I always have to do when someone else drives my car.   I turned the key, found my favorite oldies station on the radio.  Buckling my seat belt, I did a last minute check in the mirror.

The face that looked back was mine, OK.  The flawless make-up gave it a healthy glow.  The eyes were mine, too, and simple  gold hoops adorned my ears.  I pulled the silver curl down on my forehead....and it wasn't silver.  It was pale lilac.  It must be the light...no, it's purple.  I had visions of people thinking I was in costume, or that I was really OLD.  I would have to be careful of my driving and parking, or they would call me a "blue hair".   If I tried to flirt, I would be called a cougar.  I could not go out in public like this!

Well, thank goodness I don't have to punch a time clock.  I flew back into the house to the strains of, "Whaja forget this time?" and went straight to the bathroom sink.  Grabbing my trusty VO5, I washed my hair three times before I was satisfied.  I have to say, it was very, very shiny and showed no tinge of blue.

Some of the ladies I meet each day don't seem to mind their hair color, be it grey, blond, brown, blue or black as pitch.  I, as you have surmised, am a little vain.  Give me silver any day.