A Bad Hair Day has a New Definition

Vivi is 62 years old. She exercises regularly, tries to eat well and enjoys a glass or two (or three) of wine on occasion. She goes to the salon to get her hair colored every three weeks, she needed it every two weeks because once the grey root line started and spread it was visible but she was able to color it with a temporary spray for one week. She hated the thought of sitting in the salon chair for hours. Vivi also  worried about the harsh chemicals saturating her hair. She refused to go under the hair dryer as was recommended by her stylist because the thought of opening her scalp pores to allow the dye to infiltrate her body was more than she could bare. Vivi was a bit of a nut when it came to chemicals. Whether her theory was true or not, she was sticking to it.   A small part of her felt shallow spending all the time and money on personal grooming.  

Vivi’s  concern about chemicals  led her to a small hair salon company in Los Angeles (3000 miles from Vivi's home), that her sister-in-law had recommended, to buy  permanent hair color made from odd vegetables and herbs. Vivi cut a small sample of her  hair  and mailed it to Los Angeles. The colorist created an individualized shade that was natural and chemical free. Whether this was completely accurate, Vivi didn’t care, she wanted and needed to believe it.  She brought the natural hair dye from the small company to her  local hair stylist to apply the color. This, of course, added cost to the frequent routine, but she felt that the less toxicity was worth the price. She also needed to believe this.

Vivi’s husband, Kit,  is an outdoors man, who came from a rural community. At least that is what Vivi thought of his home, as in her New York state of mind, everything north of Westchester was rural.  He hunts (she is a vegetarian), he fishes (she feels bad for the fish), he gardens and plants (she doesn’t like bugs or getting her hands dirty), they were always called the Green Acres couple. Green Acres was a TV show in the 60’s that centered around Oliver a Manhattan attorney and his wife Lisa who was a New York socialite, who wore negligees and gowns as a daily routine. Oliver, perhaps mid-life crisis or actual insanity,  decides to change their life and moves them to a rural town to live in a dilapidated farmhouse and tries to learn the art of farming. Vivi and Kit were not to that extreme, but the reference was often  made about them.

Kit  preferred when Vivi’s hair was wild and crazy like it was in the 70’s when they met at college. He was a bit of a bad boy then who had long hair, similar to Vivi’s, and  who loved to party. He drove a small blue Fiat that was held together with duct tape. The front fender had fallen off in a minor auto accident and Kit realized that duct tape worked well and was a lot cheaper than a repair. The Fiat also had rust that was spreading like a cancer throughout the body of his car.  

In contrast, Vivi was from Long Island and drove a sports car, thanks to her parents. She didn’t have to work a job while attending school and her tuition and allowance were all provided by her parents. Her goal was to receive her diploma and find a husband.

They met at a party and somehow, they clicked. Vivi and Kit were married in 1979 and moved to his rural town and built a family and a life.

When Vivi was in her twenties she noticed some grey hair. She let it go for a period but finally surrendered to professionally coloring it, first with henna a natural product and later to semi-permanent dyes. Time passed  as her greys became more stubborn and  she finally  moved to the toxic permanent dyes.

Many years were spent coloring and seeing a grey root and coloring and seeing a grey root and  coloring  again to create the illusion that she still looked younger than her years. Most of Vivi’s friends colored their hair too. It was as crucial as going to the gym, a necessary monthly expense that made Vivi and her peers feel good about themselves while keeping the myth.

Surprisingly, Kit who liked  everything natural such as Vivi not wearing make-up or coiffing her hair, insisted on Vivi keeping up with the coloring. Although Kit was mostly bald and grey, he still had an opinion about Vivi’s tresses. She succumbed to his wishes.

All was going well with this system until March 2020. Life changed in an instant with the onset of Coronavirus. It first started slowly, in fact Vivi had  her  hair colored at the end of February but soon a typhoon wave of panic consumed everyone, and many hair salons started closing.

Hair coloring was no longer an option at the salon. All the women with unnaturally brown, auburn, red, blonde , blue, lilac and other colors professionally applied were now at a crossroad. Color their hair at home or let it go.

Vivi stays at home during the social distancing phase of the pandemic, as do most of her wiser friends. She guesses that in eight to twelve weeks when she comes out of hibernation that the term Bad Hair Day will have a new meaning.

She wonders what she and her friends will look like and if they will care after surviving Covid-19. Will she and others go back to the tri-weekly coloring routine or embrace their natural style and color.

Way Back in January 2019, a bad hair day meant that a bit of grey roots were showing. Vivi guesses it will be an interesting reveal after the quarantines are over.

As for Vivi, she decided to let her hair go grey and be natural. Kit isn’t thrilled about this decision, but both are trying to put a bad hair day in perspective. Vivi knows she will be a different person in six months and hopes that not coloring her hair is one of her new routines. She hopes a bad hair day means that she succumbed to the coloring routine and that  a good hair day includes wild 1970’s hair in fifty shades of grey!