I was combing my hair this morning and noticed that it doesn’t take me as long as usual. It appears that my forehead may be growing. I thought that all of my growth spurts, except for those around my middle, had ceased. Apparently I was wrong.
When I was younger one of my greatest attributes was a head full of wavy brown hair. (See for yourself.) That’s long gone. My hair grows lighter each month. While I still have most, I miss the hairs that have taken leave.
I have noticed in some recent pictures that my hair is thinning in the back. There seems to be a race on my head between the hairs on the back of my head and those in front. They are gaining ground racing toward each other, leaving a barren wasteland behind, and I’m not looking forward to the day when they meet.
Some of my friends have chosen to dye their hair. I’ve never been tempted. Some have resorted to a two dozen hair “comb over”. Others have gone bald and wish that they had what I have. I’ve got what I’ve got and I’m grateful for all of my survivors. I do wish that I had more.
When I get my hair cut I prefer a white cover over my clothes, however, most shops have turned to black. I believe the move to black is intentional. People who are inclined to start coloring their hair in the first place may see the contrast between their gray/white hair on the black backdrop and decide it’s time to start. If my assessment is correct I must applaud these forward thinking shop keepers, however, I will continue forward with my distinguished gray and be happy that I have any at all.
A couple of years ago, while on a trip, I needed a haircut. I stopped into one of those walk-in places and waited for the next opening. While I waited a man in his early fifties came in and asked a couple of questions that I’ve never heard a man ask before. I’m not judging – just reporting.
“Do you do highlights?”
The response was “Yes.”
“Do you use a foil wrap?”
Once again, “Yes.”
Here’s the thing. I know that guys do all kinds of things to their hair. They color it. Shave it. Layer it. Spike it. Gel it. And while I don’t plan to go back to my Brylcream days, if I ever ask about “foil” on my head, drive me straight to the home.