Thursday, September 2, 2010

THURSDAY TOOTS: It’s the case of the Wild Greys (OH NO, in more places than one!!)

Damn those Swedish Roots of mine, literally.  And the roots I am talking about, are my hair roots.  Yup, I have been blessed with grey hair since I was 24 years old.  Unfortunately naive on this front, I really thought in my scattered brain that I would miss the dreaded grey affliction that had haunted my grandmother, my father and my brother, namely, sporting a full head of grey hair before the ripe old age of 30.

I was positively positive that my hair would follow the likes of my mother’s Scottish ancestry, oh what a wee innocent lass I was trapped in my delusional thoughts.  Of course, I prefer to believe that I was just an upbeat young thing.

And then it happened, I was 24 and it was Christmas Eve and I was staying at my mother’s.  We were having a lovely evening together, just the two of us watching holiday movies and chit chatting about what “Santa” was going to bring us.  Oh come on, don’t roll your eyes, of course I still believe in Santa Claus.  It’s important to always believe in magic.

Oops, sorry, I digress...

Anywhoooo, my mother glanced over at me with a puzzled look in her eyes and said “I think you have something sparkly in your hair.”  I do?  I jumped up and sauntered over to the mirror and thought, hey what is that.  Gave it a yank and to my surprise it was a massively long grey hair.  No, I don’t mean an inch long, not even two inches long, this sucker was a good 7 inches long if not more.  Of course being in denial, I was sure that this was just a freak of nature. I mean lets face it, if I had more, surely I would see them, this was just a rogue strand episode.  But wait, perhaps I should take a closer look on the safe side, and you know what? On closer inspection I saw.... OH MY GAWD, another one, followed by another one, followed by two more, OH MY FREAKING LORD, is that a clump of them there?  By the time I finished yanking out my pre-Christmas surprises, I was bangless and had a two inch by two inch radius of hair gone from my noggin.  Perhaps, I was a tad excitable when I went to town on my head but it wasn’t the point, the point was I WAS GOING GREY!  And let me say for the record, grey is not a good colour on me!

<-----------Things started popping in my head such as, was I going to look like her.  Was I on my way to being an old lady before my time and good lord was there a pharmacy open on Christmas Eve where I could get some type of dye, not too mention something fuzzy that could now cover up my newly created bald spot to boot!  Uggghhhhhhhh!

By the time New Years rolled around, I had officially seen the last of my natural honey toned hue.  My hair colour now lied in the greedy hands of the hair dye manufacturers. And I can tell you that it didn’t go well for me in the beginning.  I just couldn’t quite seem to get the right tone on my head, one month I was a brunette, the next month I was ash blonde, some times I was orange!  ORANGE PEOPLE!!! And then, one day, I finally realized that I was in serious need of professional help, no not that kind of help, the kind of help that could change my hot pink hair back to blond. Perhaps, I did require other professional help as well to deal with my obsession, but when it came down to a hair stylist or a psychologist, I am sure you can figure out which one I chose!

Unfortunately for me, the scariest part of all of this is the fact that I am now starting to see the odd grey in other areas of my body as well.  I have become a bit of a contortionist on the hunt for rogue grey hair, which I will tell you is no easy feat with this unbendable short stubby body.  So far I have found one on my knee cap and two in my eyebrows and I fear where else they will start sprouting.  Oh the joys of getting older.

Well, I can tell you that it has been many years since I started my monthly dye jobs and I often wonder how much of my brain has been eaten away by the chemicals and how much, if any, I have contributed to my  own future in the land of dementia.  I suppose I can’t worry about it.  And in any event, one thing is for sure, no matter how loopy I become from sucking back the copious amounts of chemicals, I will always rock the golden hair do!

Until Next Time.
Smooches Pooches

Disclaimer:  I have no idea who either of these women are, but you can be sure if it was a picture of me, the hair would be a stunning shade of blond... tee hee! 


  1. Oh Tracy you kill me! I've never yet put hair colour in my hair... but I can see the day is coming soon perhaps. Oh the DREAD!!!! Just not much sure how much longer I can get away with calling them "highlights"!

  2. OMG You dye your hair???????????????
    Im proud of all my artic blonde lol
    you always make me laugh with your stories


  3. Some grey hair is gorgeous. Is it the gorgeous grey???
    I hate the grey growing in my eyebrows, so I dye my eyebrows every now and then.

    is it like Emmy Lou Harris grey....I love her hair.
    If I could be a beautiful Grey, I'd SAY bring it on.

  4. I wish my hair was turning a beautiful shade of gray like my mothers..but of course, no..but I haven't dyed it yet. I am going to gather up the courage to do it-I hate my gray.
    Your stories always make me smile!

  5. Oh Tracy... you are such a funny girl... when I come home stressed at the end of the day, I can't wait to read what you have to say... Thanks girl!

  6. I want to thank you for the wonderful comment you left me on my blog, and I am so glad to have you as a follower. I checked your blog out earlier this week, but was running short of time, so of course the one that caught my eye and I read was "Running Naked in the Wind." You are so funny...loved it. Todays is great too. I'm going to devote a chunk of my time and get caught up on all your posts, but it's definately worth it. I started seeing gray hairs in my 20's, salt and pepper in my 30's, then more salt less pepper, and the dyeing began. After decades, ha ha, of dye jobs, just got tired of it all and went to my natural silver color. No regrets. Like your style, so I guess I'll just have to become one of your followers also.
    Best wishes, Yvonne

  7. Do you really have to blame your grey hair on your Swedish roots??? It's not fair! :-) We've mostly blond hair - not grey. Except in my case of course. I hardly have any hair left at all.

    Yours Swedishly,


  8. People who haven't gotten to THAT stage of life just don't know how degrading it can be. When mine started, it made my somewhat reddish hair look pink. I had to do something about it. I think if I woke up tomorrow and it was totally sparkly, that I'd be able to live with it....maybe....or maybe not.
    This is a great post.

  9. I have gone to town telling the world about how my parents hadn't greyed until they were well into their 40s and how I got the non-greying genes in the family and so on... a couple of weeks ago, in the office loo, what do I discover? A grey hair. Now, I'm not sure if I should colour it or not or what or if it would be just one grey hair that I can talk about and so on... :)

    The last I read, in Vogue I think, thanks to Lady Gaga, Grey is quite the rage in the fashion circuit :-D maybe you're just naturally fashion forward...

  10. I see my Girlfriend Wendy found you. Check her blog too Tracy. She's funny like you.
    As for grey...I LOVE MINE. Yup came to terms with it years ago. Transition wasn't so bad since my hair was very short. I like it better than all that dye crap I was doing. I think it did effect my brain though. Makes me want to spend more of Randy's money lol
    Have a great weekend.
    Love Claudie
    P.S. JUST wait till you do find the one's "down there". Then you can scream bloody murder.

  11. Thanks for stopping by my blog! Your blog totally rocks!

    -International Woman of Mystery

  12. I've always thought that people who were prematurely gray had the smashing good looks to pull it off. There's nothing more attractive to me than a young face with a gorgeous crop of gray hair!
    The other thing is that they usually had a gorgeous thick head of hair. I have a male friend in his thirties who is prematurely gray and he is so damn handsome, but like you, he's not totally comfortable and dies it once in a while. His looks go from stunning to average. I want to cry when he dies it. How can you guys not know how special you are? Call me crazy but I don't think I'm alone on this...
    Anyway, I wanted to thank you for stopping by my blog and introducing yourself, now I'm your newest follower!!!
    (Post a photo, now I'm so curious to see your blonde hair :)

  13. My grays, which also started at age 24, coincided with the birth of my first child. She will be 24 next year...

  14. WEll I was a poor school teacher and couldn't afford the monthly dye job so I went natural. I have friends that now are horror stricken at the thought of how in the hell they can ever stop dyeing but hey, that's not my prob, now is it!

    Love your blog. Thanks for leaving a comment on mine. I love finding new friends there! :)

  15. Great blog!
    It's nice to read that others have grayed early too. I am of Swedish heritage too. My great aunt was silver by the time she was 30 but my dad stayed dark well into his 50's. I thought I might get lucky but no I started turning gray at 20. I'm now about 95% at 42 and still dye my hair it's original brunette. Lately I've been thinking about letting it go gray because the roots are just to hard to keep up with.

  16. Tracy, I just love you! So glad to have you here to spell out all of the loveliness of being a woman. I am also thankful to Miss Tamara for finding you and showing you off to the world!

    Chat soon,


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