KInda self-explanatory... but super cute, huh?
Now, as for the hair:
Some of you may remember that two years ago, I decided to stop coloring my hair. Since then, I've gone through quite a hair color transition, one of which was an identical match to WDW London Fog floss. Believe me, it wasn't pretty. But my hairdresser convinced me to soldier on and not give in to the panicky feeling that starts with looking in the mirror and thinking, "Oh my God, I'm SO grey!" By now all the dyed parts have been cut from my hair, and the final result is that I'm all grey on top and brown beneath. But it's mine and I love it. Usually.
Because sometimes it's not easy. Like when I'm with my family and I'm the greyest one in the room. My mother and sisters are blonde. Not natural blondes, though. Although it was my mother's fondest wish to have blonde children, she soon discovered that we were all mouse-y brown, so she needed to start using Sun-In on our hair at a crazy-young age. (yes, they still make it). And she dyed her lovely, thick, chestnut-colored hair blonde and then never went back. I never understood that, but I suppose I've made hair and fashion choices that puzzle the heck out of my daughter, too. Anyway, my sisters have kept up the tradition and keep their hair quite blonde. My brothers are probably grey, too, but they sport buzz cuts, so who the heck knows? It also doesn't help that actually AM the oldest sibling and my hair absolutely yells that fact.
And then the other day, a woman came into the office at the auto body shop, and none of the fellows recognized her. She had gone from brown to blonde, but told them she had decided that it was time to stop coloring her hair and look her age, because, after all.....she was 60. Really? And suddenly I felt old, because I'm not even on the sidewalk to 60, let alone knocking on that door, and I'm probably much more grey than she is under that blondness.
None the less, just remembering the hassle of hair coloring and looking back at the photo of me with that variety of shades on my head - well, it gives me the shivers. So I'm going to continue to embrace my grey. Oldness be damned!