There is so much ironic about this post title, I don’t know where to start.
Perhaps at the top.
I love to eat pink food — cotton candy, Pink Popcorn (those stale bricks of faded red popcorn sold at carnivals and state fairs, typically lined up in the sun in front of the register), gummy hearts, cherry-frosted donuts.
But I never, ever wear pink. Pink screams, or rather whispers, girly. And pink or any flower pastels transform me into a mental wall flower, a bland brand of a woman that just washes into the background until I don’t even exist.
I’m deep in the trenches in my battle against grey hair, and losing. Badly.
By ground attack, water assault and drone strikes, those grays keep advancing, destroying my dome. My poor brown follicles have surrendered and now don the drab, grey uniform of the old enemy.
It’s not even a fair fight. Somehow men with grey temples look distinguished, sexy even. Women are not blessed with “going grey” as a positive older attribute, especially people like me, who work in marketing around people half my age. And truth be told, I look awful with grey hair. I just do. I’d kill to be one of the many women who look stunning with grey hair, but you can’t have everything.
But wait, why not? Since when do I give up so easily? This means war.
So I stormed into Hair Candy in the Mission to see Jubilee, my hair stylist and comrade, and we plotted our attack. Our strategy involved pressing the most benign of colors, pale pink, into action to win the fight against grey. And you know what? It’s winning!
• Pink plays well with the in-coming greys, so I don’t have those awful days between appointments when my dark hairs just give up. Less contrast = more alluring.
• Speaking of contrasts, I do love the contrast between light pink hair and my dark eyes. I now play them up by darkening my eyebrows, and wearing a little eyeliner, which I love.
• Surprisingly, pink works well with most skin tones, and softens me up considerably. As I’ve gotten older and my lines and features have hardened, soft = good.
• And to that end, I’ve been told I look “more youthful”. Which never gets old.
• My pink hair makes me feel fun, pretty, different, and more me than I think I ever have. Pink? Yeah, pink!
I’m not saying everyone should try pink, but maybe it’s time to use this time of our lives to experiment with color, since our own hair is experimenting on us against our will. Lavender, light green — hell, maybe it’s time to a turn becoming a “blue haired lady” into a complement, a fashion statement, a, “hell yes, I am!”
So now that I’ve invited pink to my head, I’m obsessed with inviting pink into my closet, where grey holds court. Yes, while I loathe my grey hair, I do love grey apparel. Go figure.
1: Moschino skirt, Net-A-Porter. 2: Issey Miyake pink Bao Bao Bag, Matches. 3:Wildfox pink kitten sunglasses, Bloomingdales. 4: Pink Birkenstocks, Modcloth. 5:MSGM faux fur jacket, Farfetch. 6: Vivetta oversized pink coat, Avenue 32.
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