“Hey Richard, two minutes for looking go good!”
For those of you old enough to remember, you may recall a television commercial from the late 1970’s in which a long-retired Maurice Richard shills for a men’s hair-colouring product called Grecian Formula. So gradual and subtle was its ability to remove the grey from the Rocket’s hair, that he claimed Mrs. Richard didn’t even know he was using it.
I wonder if Richard was merely enticed by the endorsement money, or whether he actually wanted to colour his hair.
I wonder, because I have been predominantly grey for the past few years and vowed during that time that I would never try to cover it up. However, nearly two weeks ago, I went from salt-and-pepper to brown in one amazing application!
Lest you think though that I was in the throes of a mid-life crisis and was intending to try to turn back the clock, allow me to explain my motivation. I was asked by the director of a stage production to colour my hair for a part I was about to play. I could either accept the offer and the money that came with it or stick to my vow to never lose the grey, and not only pass up the opportunity for the role, but lose the accompanying pay packet. So I went brunette.
My only concern now is that the stage role I merely filled in for may become more regular and that I may have to stay this colour for some time. On the other hand, I’ve come clean with my friends and co-workers about why I “went brown” and reassuringly, they actually have more important things to worry about than the colour of my hair. I suppose I’m also somewhat relieved that I still have hair to colour!