I’m bound to color my hair for years to come, until I come to the point of acceptance.
Grey, silver or white is fine for others. Not for me though.
My greys are few but quite noticeable. The greys are like warriors, screaming to be noticed. They are coarse, thicker and sometimes even curly. My normal hair is fine and silky.
I always start out by applying color on the stubborn little patch of greys near my hairline. I’ll be damned if one grey hair managed to win the fight after my latest attempt at coloring. Should I pluck it?
Maybe the day my youngest graduates from high school will be the day I stop coloring.
I see plenty of lovely women with lovely silver strands. I’m just not ready to join that crowd yet.
Lastly, I am not ready to be more grey than my husband.