A Grey Day
Yesterday morning I was doing my hair before work. As I was trying to get the frizz flat, I spied one wild hair on top of my head that was curling in every direction. It wouldn't stay flat no matter how much putty I applied.
Then I realized.
It was grey.
"It's NOT mine, it CAN'T be!". But when I yanked it, I felt that tell-tale tug which confirmed the unthinkable.
It IS mine.
I didn't have much time to sulk or stand there in shock, as Colin ushered me out the door to take me to the train station.
That night, I was looking in the mirror and noticed a prominantly blonde hair, front and center, above my forehead. "It's funny how shiny that blonde hair is, and how noticable it is from the rest", I thought.
Panic set in as I remembered the drama of the morning. I braced myself, got closer to the mirror, and was distressed to find... it too, was grey!
I'm not even a mom yet and I already have grey hair!
I must be getting old.
posted by Nancy @ 12:15 PM
2 Comments:
You might be surprised to know how many people have grey hairs in their teens. :)
I have found the odd grey once in a while, I usually take it as a sign of emotional stress, but finding them usually causes MORE emotional stress!!
You're not alone... :)
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