But this last time I changed my hair, something curious happened. Only the odd person noticed. And I went very short! Even my parents didn’t notice. Brother and sister-in-law––not a word. Neighbours––nope. Then a friend said “Wow I love your hair!” THANK YOU! YES! THIS IS WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT!!!
I explained to her that she was the first person to notice. She told me that the same thing has happened to her since she turned fifty. “Why?” I said, tears welling up under my new canopy of funky bangs with chunky blonde highlights. “Because, well, we’re older and people have seen all the versions of your hair. What seems like a huge change to you isn’t noticeable.”
... Wow. Must I resort to a mohawk?!
Or is it enough that every time I flick my bangs and give my husband a needy look he quickly says “LOVE YOUR HAIR, IT’S SASSY!” So if you see me on the street and you want to give my husband a break, PLEASE mention my hair....
Barbara: I’ve experienced a kind of a different sitch. After being blonde for virtually all of my many(many) years, I went brunette for a role and decided to keep it for awhile. Play the other team for a change…. And people don’t recognize me. Even if I'm aggressively smiling at and greeting them. They get that glazed-over look and plastered-on smile that makes me think of how some people look at delusional street-people.
So I’ve learned to approach friends I haven’t seen in awhile by smiling, greeting, and then pointing at myself and saying “It’s Barbara. Brown-haired Barbara.” That seems to work.
But I guess you can say that they noticed I changed my hair!
PS My husband still feels compelled to point out that my “blonde roots are showing” … and he's not talking about my hair!