{"id":2163,"date":"2020-03-27T18:08:12","date_gmt":"2020-03-27T18:08:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/rosiemeleady.com\/?p=2163"},"modified":"2020-04-03T18:09:26","modified_gmt":"2020-04-03T18:09:26","slug":"day-18-hair","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/rosiemeleady.com\/index.php\/day-18-hair\/","title":{"rendered":"Day 18 \u2013 Hair"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">There\u2019s a thing going around social media; In three weeks we\u2019ll know everyones true hair colour.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">I feel a bit smug about this, as I made the decision to embrace my silver last year when I had two frozen shoulders for 12 months. This meant I could only lift my arms to Frankenstein level. I couldn\u2019t put on my own coat, bras were a struggle and brushing my hair was a challenge. I didn\u2019t touch the top of my head for a full year. I come from a family of early greys and started dying my greys from the time I was 26.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">I had played with the idea of going grey several times through the years. I always had an uneasy feeling about piling a load of chemicals on my head every six weeks. And an article I had read years ago, in one of these \u2018really, really, true story\u2019 magazines, about a woman who suddenly developed a reaction to hair dye and had a stroke (not a good thing to read while you are sitting in a hair dressers getting your hair dyed) was always in the back of my mind during a dye job. <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">I started to self-dye when I came to Italy, as my reddish tone wouldn\u2019t have been easy to match and I found the perfect one in a home dye. I\u2019d stockpile two or three each time I went back to Ireland.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">When my Frankenstein episode hit, I got my husband to dye my hair. It was not one of those moments where you say, \u2018aw you missed your calling, you should have been a hairdresser.\u2019 Far from it. There was more dye on my face, shoulders, neck, dog, than on my hair. I took a photo and sent it to a friend. She nearly called an ambulance. I looked like someone had tried to scalp and skin me alive.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">After cleaning up the crime scene and as I scrubbed my skin I began to think, \u2018why am I doing this?\u2019<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">Why are we (women especially),<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 <\/span>so afraid of letting ourselves go grey? I had six weeks to think about it. <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">I ran it past my niece, \u201cMaybe in a few years, it might make you look really old. Like 45 or something\u201d.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">I\u2019m 47. <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">I ran it past an Italian friend, \u201cWhat? NOOOO! You look so young with your hair dyed, you look 32 or 34.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">\u201cBut I\u2019m 47. I have a 23 year old daughter, why do I want to look 32? If people thought I looked 32 then they would think I had her when I was nine, which would be weirder than me having my natural hair colour don\u2019t you think?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">She didn\u2019t answer.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">\u201cWhy can\u2019t I look 47? \u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">She thought for a moment;<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">\u201cBut Italian men love red hair!\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">\u201cI\u2019m married 24 years, we\u2019re still doing okay. I\u2019m not looking for an Italian man.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">\u201cAh but why limit yourself to one man?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">She\u2019s so Italian.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">By 47 most of us have been through quite a few life learning episodes. I do feel a hell of a lot wiser then what I was 10 or 20 years ago. I am lucky to get to this age, some friends and family didn\u2019t, so why can\u2019t we all be proud of the age we achieve rather than trying to look a younger form of ourselves? My greys are like my badge of honour for surviving this long. <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to let my hair colour grow out. So I am six months into my non-dyed hair phase. And I\u2019m loving my silver! My dyed hair would get frizzy and dry a week or two before it needed to be redone. my silver is silky soft and smooth. There\u2019s a weird sense of new self-confidence and empowerment that has come with it which I haven\u2019t got my head around yet. Not giving a damn what others think of me? Being content with myself rather than doing something for other people approval perhaps?<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 <\/span>I\u2019m looking forward to it being completely grey but for now I have a weird, reverse, ombre hairdo going on. <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">My 17-year-old son was in need of a haircut before the quarantine and has decided to let his hair grow long for the hell of it to see what happens. We\u2019ve discovered he has mad curly hair, not something he had when he was young.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s1\">Hopefully we\u2019ll all be out of quarantine before I am fully grey and my son has a full 70s afro.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There\u2019s a thing going around social media; In three weeks we\u2019ll know everyones true hair colour.I feel a bit smug about this, as I made the decision to embrace my silver last year when I had two frozen shoulders for 12 months. This meant I could only lift my arms to Frankenstein level. I couldn\u2019t put on my own coat, bras were a struggle and brushing my hair was a challenge. I didn\u2019t touch the top of my head for a full year. I come from a family of early greys and started dying my greys from the time I was 26.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2164,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[225,228],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2163","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-the-quarantine-diary","category-week-3-corona-virus-italy"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/rosiemeleady.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2163","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/rosiemeleady.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/rosiemeleady.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/rosiemeleady.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/rosiemeleady.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2163"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/rosiemeleady.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2163\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2165,"href":"https:\/\/rosiemeleady.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2163\/revisions\/2165"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/rosiemeleady.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2164"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/rosiemeleady.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2163"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/rosiemeleady.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2163"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/rosiemeleady.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2163"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}