Are you keeping a Covid diary? I tried writing down what I accomplished every day, but the repetition of “sew masks, walk, read mystery book” became boring fast. For me, the real document of this pandemic is my hair.
After decades of hair dye, I am finally beginning to see the natural color of my hair. I’m cutting it myself, with the help of my husband. As a seamstress, I’m not afraid of scissors and my curly hair is quite forgiving. And I have an easy goal—cut off the red. Maybe once the red is gone it will be a bigger challenge.
In the photo on the left from mid-April there is still quite a lot of red, with the gray visible at the roots. In the photo on the right, taken May 19, red is still visible at many of the tips, but gray is taking over. Most surprising to me is that there is a lot of brown still there near my neck. Like most people of my age, my hair isn’t yet gray all over.
Every morning I have a surprise when I look in the mirror. I think of myself as a red head—a decades- long delusion–and am stunned to see that it isn’t true anymore. Will I still look good in my red-head wardrobe when all of this is over? Will I immediately dye my hair again once salons are open? Stay tuned.