Going grey – again! (Dyeing naturally grey hair a darker shade of grey)

Embracing the ageing process doesn’t mean your hair has to stay the same shade for ever. Around 10 years ago I decided to grow in my naturally greying hair. My hairdresser encouraged me – and later told me she’s allergic to hair dye so she was never going to try to dissuade me! I made the decision and I’ve enjoyed the minimal maintenance of leaving my hair how it naturally grows. All it’s needed is cutting, purple shampoo, and occasional lilac-toned, hair conditioning masks. This decade is the longest period my hair has been its natural colour since I first started dyeing it.
My first colour change was in my early teens with a clear liquid called Fair Hair Lotion sold by the local health food shop. My stepdad and I both liked a ‘sunkissed’ look, and as it was sold alongside natural products, we reasoned it must be non-chemical. Untrue, as we soon realised, because if we didn’t blend the lotion in well, we ended up with yellow patches rather than subtle highlights.
Around this time I went to Vidal Sassoon’s academy to have my hair cut by students, under close supervision. Once they decided to use a new subtle colouring technique, called Flying Colours, introduced by then International Colour Director Annie Humphreys, now hailed as the mother of modern hair colour. It was applied and I was sat under a dryer. And they forgot about me, and left it on too long. So when I went to school on Monday morning my friends sat around me pointing out all the different shades they could see. Luckily the balayage-style effect was quite subtle…
Mainly I coloured my hair at home, mixing up khaki-coloured henna powder, and using box dyes both temporary and permanent, and over the years my hair has varied from pale blonde to dark brown, pale pink to coppery auburn and deep red, with occasional temporary tips, streaks and strands in every colour of the rainbow.
In my late thirties I went to work in Japan with bleached blonde hair. My roots needed doing so I bought a hair-lightening product from the local chemist. One of my housemates translated the instructions for me, and I applied it. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, I could literally see my hair lightening by the second, and washed it off after a fraction of the stated time. Bleach for black Japanese hair was obviously stronger than what I’d been used to, and I ended up my lightest blonde ever.

Before and after: Adrienne with greyer hair
Fade to grey
Recently, though, I’ve been feeling a little bored with my hair, even though I have had many different cuts over the past decade. And sometimes I catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror and feel I’m paling into insignificance. And that concern isn’t just vanity; you can be too pale to be picked up for official photos. When I tried to take a pic for my last passport, it kept being rejected as unacceptable for being too light in colour. And I’m not the only one this has happened to.
Official gov.uk guidelines stipulate that the pic must be taken “against a plain cream or plain light-grey background” but if you have pale skin and pale hair there may not be enough contrast to render an accurate representation of your face. Somewhat disconcerting, to say the least. This is a new iteration of Invisible Woman Syndrome!
Going for grey
When people have complimented me on ‘going natural’, after I’ve thanked them I would usually add that I reserved the right to colour my hair again at some point. Going grey isn’t a lifetime commitment, or signing a pledge to stay grey, it’s just a choice. We’re not compelled to meekly accept the colour sprouting from our follicles. And I felt like a change. So I’ve dyed my hair again. But not back to blonde, or mousy-brown – it wasn’t an attempt to look younger – I’ve gone grey, again. (Schwarzkopf Live Urban Metallics in Dusty Silver).
I shook the colour and developer together, then snapped off the top of the applicator bottle – oh, that familiar, breathtaking whiff of hydrogen peroxide! I massaged it all in, and left it for 30 minutes.
When I’d rinsed it out I faced the mirror. Surprise! Previously my long, messy bob was very light grey, almost white around my face, with darker zones towards the back of my head. Now it’s more uniform, although there is still variation. After a couple of days of being startled every time I caught my reflection I’m used to the darker shade. I think it adds definition to my face, and I don’t look as washed-out. My partner noticed immediately, saying it really suits me. Four friends didn’t notice at all, so maybe the change is not as dramatic as it feels to me.
Now I just need to deal with the root regrowth!
Adrienne Wyper is a health and lifestyle writer and regular TNMA contributor.
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First photo courtesy of Paradyes.
I’ve had the passport application faff – official invisible woman syndrome! I love my streaky grey hair and get lots of comments. Though I get bored with the bob, it suits me and my straight hair so it’s here to stay.