Sitting with my son and daughter-in-law I was struck by her glow. A dark beauty at all times, she shone last night in a tangerine blouse, dangling hoops and the flush of having just enjoyed a dinner with friends. As I admired her I was swept to a time fifteen years ago when I had a similar hairdo, bright clothing, bold jewelry, etc. I basked for a moment in the memory of my own fire and passion.
Jacqueline Bisset said, “Character contributes to beauty. It fortifies a woman as her youth fades.”
My youth has faded. My face has faded. My hair has faded. I don’t envy the beauty of my daughter-in-law. I love it for her. And I mourn the passing of that time in my own life.
I made the decision almost a year ago to take the last step with my hair. I was born a dark brunette. My hair was white at 40 but I colored it. First, I dyed it dark, then lighter, then reddish. In my late fifties I got so tired of trying to keep the roots colored that I succumbed to the universal blonde of aging women. I lived happily with this for several years. I gave up the colorist and became a master at dying strips of different shades into my hair, giving it that sun-bleached natural look.
I looked up one day and realized that my hair and face were almost the same color. And so I looked at the bottom line: 1) I was tired of the continual battle with hair dyes; 2) any and all of the colors that I had lived with would be unflattering to me now ( I lacked the courage for European red); and 3) My skin was calling for my natural color which is pure white!
I am waiting now for my character to click in. I don’t feel so fortified. Just colorless. Let me think., what make-up would…