I just can’t. I just can’t look at myself and see gray hairs around my edges. I’m lucky they are not all through my hair but the edges are more than enough to make me feel those stubborn grays are aging me at least five years.
My daughter says I should keep them.
They look good on you. She says.
Out of the mouth of babes sometimes come the dumbest things, Of course she is all for gray hairs at twenty-four. I probably said the same nonsense to my mother, however, her testimony falls on deaf ears. So without haste I retouch those roots at first sight but gray hairs are so resilient. It doesn’t matter if I my hair professionally colored or use boxed colorants they come back in less than a month like my worst nightmare, screaming like a crazed Jack Nicolson at the Outlook Hotel.
Yeah, seeing those gray hairs make me feel like screaming just like that.
I see women, especially in my family, who embrace the gray and look fabulous rocking it…I just can’t give into it…I just can’t. I know there are a lot of things I am going to have to get used to as this aging thing rolls on but I’m not ready for gray.
I’m a happy grandma. I’m a content forty-something almost fifty-something but I can’t give into this. And these two women are stunning!
I hope my daughter will dye my hair when I no longer am able and I hope she dyes it something like this color 🙂