I love my grey hair. I started to go grey in my early twenties, and dyed it for two decades- I have been every colour imaginable. Now that I’ve embraced my natural colour, I feel more myself than I ever have done.
Emma on her electric bike. October, 2021
Emma in my studio, October 2021
I started to have grey hair when I was in my teen's. Dyed it for a few years and then went through "pepper and salt" stage before becoming mostly white.
Cath, Botanic Garden, Inverness
Helene, March 2022
Helene with Rocky
Going grey early is a family trait; my great grandmother, my grandfather, my mother, myself and now my son went grey in their early twenties. When he was a little boy, my son used to say now much he liked the silver threads running through my hair like’ treasure’; he now has plenty of ‘treasure’ of his own. I used to henna or dye my hair red but at around 45 years of age I decided to take the scissors to it, cutting it short and allowing the grey to grow through. Now I feel that my hair colour is a part of who I am.
Polly and her artwork, Inverness Creative Academy, March 2022
Deborah- Hair connects generations.
Deborah, with her artwork at Inverness Creative Academy, march 2022
Jane, March 2022
I was diagnosed with eye cancer when I was 49. It turned out not to be cancer but was put on Chemo to try and save my eye. There was too much damage so my eye was removed after three months. While on the chemo drugs my shiny black hair got very thin. My hair grew back grey and I chose to not dye it but to embrace it, I loved my shiny black hair but my new grey hair was proof that my illness was behind me. I'm proud of every grey hair on my head, my hair is me, I'm 60 now and looking forward to living more, doing more and earning more grey. There's a contentment that comes from embracing the grey, I look at women who dye their hair and wonder what they still want to achieve. Personally there is nothing for me to prove just more adventures to be had.