Gray Hair, Who Cares?
Well I hate to admit it but I guess I care. I had a hair cut this week and generally that cheers me up. This time while I was in the chair and the hairs started falling I noticed to my horror that lots of gray hairs were among the casualties. I know that you may be thinking what’s the big deal you are 60. So what. Until now thanks to genetics I didn’t have any gray hair. I noticed a few in recent months and now this. Those things are sprouting like crab grass. Anyway after the initial shock I’ve decided to welcome them and move on. If they don’t mind I guess I don’t. Bring it on!
Posted on March 31, 2012, in Thoughts and tagged crab grass, gray hair, sixty. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.
First Steps the Hardest 
I’m only 38 and the husband is enthralled with mine. Me, not so much. I don’t really pay it any mind most of the time. But some days, it does get a little depressing. Then I do up my hair and face and smile! Works a treat.
Probably I would have had a different reaction at a younger age but in my circle I still have the least! LOL!
I view my head of silver (quickly nearing white!) as an outwardly sign of my wisdom. 🙂 I started going silver around 30 … I dyed my hair for 10 years, but I think it took me another 10 years to really be comfortable with it!
Having avoided it for so long I was temporarily stunned to see it but what the heck. It’s welcomed!