Natural color. The issue is what to dye for. Some kids use Kool-aid for that grape or raspberry look. That's not seemly for a Woman Of A Certain Age.
What did you do when you first noticed a few gray hairs?
Possibly you said one of the following:
1. The light must be funny in here.
2. Honey? Am I going gray?
3. Uh, oh. I bet people think I look like a nuthatch, but they are too kind to tell me.
4. Only grandmas are supposed to be gray. What the heck is this?
5. It's my job. My job is giving me gray hair. I must quit my job.
Truth is, the light isn't funny. If your spouse is smart, and most likely we are talking about a He Spouse, the He Spouse will say, "I don't see any gray. It must be the light is funny."
You might indeed look like a nuthatch to a young waiter reciting specials in a fancy restaurant, because he will have an arial view of your crown of silver. He might think you are old enough to be someone's grandma. In fact, you ARE old enough to be someone's grandma.
Don't quit your job. You've got a lot of productive years left, no matter how much silver you are sprouting up above. Your creative thoughts, enthusiasm for life, and years of experience are turning ordinary hair to precious metal, evidence of the value of the aforementioned creative thoughts, enthusiasm for life and years of experience.
On the other hand, there's no reason to go walking around the world with a thatch that causes some people to treat you as if early onset dementia and deafness are setting in. You are young, vibrant, and you understand that people go to beauty school for the sole purpose of making you look younger, better, and full of beans. They do it with color and we live in a wonderful world of experimentation.
Forget for a moment that Joan Rivers has had so much cosmetic surgery that most of us are sure she has a drawstring purse in the back of her head that can be tightened at a moment's notice. Forget the bogus blonde tartlets who have had breast augmentation. They go forth in the world serving up their bosoms as though they are hot appetizers.
Having lived through a decade or two in which the thinking was Natural Is Always Best...those years when no bra was thought to be a good thing...I'm thinking differently these days. I knew women who pooh-poohed using anything to take away armpit, leg, and bikini hair. They felt it was a sexist plot to take away our own pure fur.
Since Bad Hair Day became just as useful an explanation as PMS-ing to excuse not being at the top of one's game, I've rethought my feelings about that gray hair which started to emerge in my early thirties.
I used to think, "I earned it." My job was stressful and I could blame an occasional student. I'd point to one...a student AND a hair. I'd say, "You. You're the one that gave me this. Your job is to pass this course so I don't get anymore."
Because I continue to feel about the same inside as I did when I was twenty years younger, I decided that being seen as someone who might look twenty years older with clots and patches of gray hair on top was... just not me.
If you've been debating whether to try a new look or a new color, I say, go for it. It's comparatively inexpensive, not much more deceptive than make up, and can pick up a flagging spirit more quickly than almost anything except a really good champagne.
The secret is to avoid choosing the color you used to be...the one that matches your eyebrows. You will look like an older woman with a dye job, which sort of defeats the purpose. Think auburn. An auburn glow is very flattering to women of a "certain age".
I'm certain of this one thing.