Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all is vanity.
I swore, all my life, that I would never have my hair coloured.
For many years I went to a ‘green’ hairdresser who refused to use chemicals in her salon. She simply cut hair.
But, a few years ago, I started going to another hair salon. Hair colouring was a prominent feature of the salon and strongly promoted.
I said “OK, but just do highlights. Do not touch my scalp with dye.”
Then, on an appointment a few months later, I felt the dye brush on my scalp.
I ought to have insisted that the procedure stop, but I didn’t.
The result was cheerful and fun.
Of course my hair is turning gray. That’s what I expect at my age and I never chose to colour my hair to disguise the gray.
A few months later, I went to another salon.
My vanity required its due.
The stylist did not cut my hair well. Something went wrong with the colouring process and my hair felt more like a helmet than hair. My hair was brittle, brassy and my scalp was irritated. My eyes watered with an allergic reaction to the dye.
I have not had my hair coloured since and I never will again.
My dermatologist has prescribed medication and I am impatiently waiting for a cure for my flaky scalp.
