Published on October 9th, 2014 | by Ann Rickard1
Grey Roots? Never
Ask me what 10 things I would take if I was to be stranded on a deserted island a la Tom Hanks in Cast Away and I’d say “10 crates of hair dye please”.
Imagine being on your own on a deserted island for four years with your grey roots growing faster than a gazelle with a lion on its tail, only to have your rescuers arrive to find you standing at the water’s edge (nicely slimmed down, it must be said) waving one hand feebly while the other hides your fade-resist high-shine copperblonde rat-tails on the end of long grey roots?
“Some of us will remember something called Magic Silver White.”
I go cold just thinking about it.
A woman’s best asset once she hits a certain age, in my opinion, is hair dye.
I can’t think of any other single item that can dramatically takeyears off your appearance – unless it’s a cute toy boy hanging off your arm – than a box of Garnier Intense Ruby Red.
We women of a certain age will recall the horrors of hair “rinses” that used to come in little plastic bubbles and when applied turned the hair either a virulent orange or a potent purple.
Fortunately they didn’t last more than one shampoo.
Some of us will remember something called Magic Silver White.
It was a hair-toning rinse we put on our blonde streaks to calm them down but they too usually turned on us – sometimes to a gangrenous green.
As for the streaks themselves – remember how we used to suffer the dreaded rubber cap with the little holes in it while the hairdresser painfully pulled strands of hair through with an instrument that looked like a crochet hook but actually was on loan from the Spanish Inquisition?
If you have a leaning to let your hair go natural as you age and proudly flaunt your grey, then I say good for you (are you mad?) but as for me, I will go to my grave clutching a packet of L’Oreal Golden Blonde.