Well, hello! I’ve got a new look.
Not a big-deal new look like the one from Renee Zellweger, now so yesterday’s news.
So far only a small number of people have seen Rose Rosetree’s little new look. But this morning I received this email from one of them, somebody I really love:
Subject line: I hope you’ll tell me
“If there is news about your health, Rose. I saw the wig last night and am thinking about you.”
Yes, My New Look Is a Wig
This is not a cancer wig, Blog-Buddies. It is a vanity wig. Hey, why not tell you the story?I could just say this, of course:
A wig was good enough for George Washington. Why can’t it be good enough for me? 😉
The deal is, I have been accused of having “a bad hair life.” Not just a bad hair day.
Actually I come from a long line of people with unremarkable hair. Some of them had thinning hair. Which is the deal with my own personal coiffure. That thinning has been a problem for 20 years, and by now it’s quite noticeable.
But that’s not all…
More of My Juicy Hair Saga, If Not TMI for You
My hair began turning gray much earlier, about 40 years ago. Over the years, family photos have shown me with various hair colorings: Dark brown, light brown, auburn.
Eventually all that processing turned my hair to the texture of broom straw. Consequently I went silver for a while.
Only once did I try coloring it again. A friend who is a fabulous hairdresser in Georgetown told me that I would like great as a blonde.
Not surprisingly, he convinced me. What American woman doesn’t have some yearning to become a blonde. Isn’t that our highest-status hair color? Besides, for the first five years of my life my hair was blonde.
Unfortunately colorist Joe must not have been used to a woman with 40% gray, because the result was quite repellent: Majority hair was a watery strawberry blonde (where all the gray had been), while a large central area was more the color of circus peanuts.
One neighbor took a quick look at me and wrote an email of great concern and compassion. Because one look is all she needed to assume that my hairdo meant “cancer.” Gladys’ email began like this, “Of course, you must be going through such a terrible illness.”
Nah, it was just a failed dye job. Eventually I got back to gray and that was that.
Thinning Hair Is Quite Common Among Women Today, But That Doesn’t Keep It from Being Considered Shameful
For the last decade, increasing hair loss caused me to pay a lot of attention to my hair. More than ever before. I tried valiantly to look socially acceptable.
Sometimes I would catch a glimpse in the mirror and feel the acute burn of social shame. Social invisibility was becoming worse than ever, too.
Last year came a haircut when the hair had become brittle as well as thin. Turned so fragile, my hair needed no excuse to break or shed.
“What am I going to do about that hair?”
Eventually I decided enough was enough. I went wig shopping.
So now I have a new look. I can even have a streaky, fancy sort of hair color with different shades of blonde and brown.
Some of you ladies reading this blog may have worn this look for years. I never could, because… Beyond the alarming strawberry blonde mixed in with circus peanut orange? And then the hair loss? Hmmmm, not going to be a good look.
So don’t worry about me, Blog-Buddies. Fear not for my health. For a 67-year-old, I’m actually way healthy.
The great thing about wearing wigs now — there are countless products, loads of YouTubes, and plenty of company.
Next time you watch TV, try spotting all the women with wigs. Might become a fine new hobby!
Personally I’m enjoying the new look. And here’s something wild. My first wigged-up outing was to the mall, where I had to run a short errand. It was a quiet afternoon, not too many people around. Nevertheless two men looked at me… Two. Men. Yowza! They stopped to take a look.
That kind of thing hadn’t happened for years.
Will I now stop being socially invisible? When my hair has a non-gray colour and an actual style, will more strangers under age 60… actually smile at me?
Ooh, it’s going to be fun to find out.
Besides, I have learned A LOT about shame, and that’s going to help to open up my heart of compassion. Ultimately that matters to me even more than my having any kind of hair look.