Luscious? First of all, who calls an over-50-year-old’s hair, luscious? Only another woman, of course, and at 30-something, a rather naïve woman.
But I digress.
Nothing wrong with blonde and perky. Obviously, I’m a bit jealous of blonde and perky who thinks that her hair will always be luscious with natural highlights.
I have not had a natural highlight since I was 43, and before that, honestly, I only had dullish brown hair.
But as the gray tried to sprinkle into my scalp like salt into pepper, or like snow onto a beautiful acre of green grass, I began to “highlight” my way into a luscious shade of young.
By 50, I had to skip highlighting and go to the extreme, all-out coloring.
Eek! I cringe, as each six-week appointment with the hairdresser approaches. When I pull my “natural” auburn hair straight up from my scalp and detect roots of gray and white, I just shirk into silence.
Just as my children used to sing to me every birthday when they (and I) were younger, I have now become “the old gray mare.”
Or, I would be, if not for my luscious natural highlights.
Thanks to Google for images and video.