Some months ago, Lisa suggested that she would like me with longer hair, so I started letting it grow. There was a false start when I went to a local barber asking to have the split ends trimmed and he ended up hacking it back short again, but I started over. What I didn't expect was that I'd end up with a bunch of mousy-gray-black hair that I did not like at all, and I decided yesterday that I had had enough and was going to do something about it.
Here is what I looked like yesterday morning before taking any action.
I'm not troubled by the gray hair so much. I stopped trying to recolor it the day after ConJosé in 2002, and early gray runs in my family.
What I didn't like was how what little black was left seemed a mousey gray color that annoyed me.
While out running some errands yesterday morning, I stopped by Supercuts and made an appointment for after work to do something about all of this.
I went in and they first trimmed my hair to the fluffy parts at the ends were pushed back a bit, and then they went to work on the color.
They way they explained it, this was no so much a dye job as a "wash" that faded out the black.
I'm happier with a more uniform gray color. I'd be happier if I hadn't lost most of the hair on the top of my head. Yes, I could do something about that, but it's viciously expensive, making the laser hair work to remove (or at least significantly lighten) my beard look cheap by comparison.
I suppose this is my "Ben Franklin" look. If there was a local production of 1776, I might try out for it, although I guess they wouldn't want me wearing the earrings.