Three Months of Growth

I have discovered that letting your gray grow in is a sloooow process. I keep checking my progress in the mirror, and have even made my husband look at the back of my hair to see how much gray I have there. His response, “Lots.” I ask, “As much as my front?” He swings around to look. “No.” I’m not sure he’s my most reliable source, but it’s hard to take a good picture of the back of your own head. Maybe I need him to take the picture. Eureka!

Anyway, my front has a lot of white, but further back it appears to be more salt-n-pepper (maybe because I’m so spicy). With so many dark strands, I probably won’t lighten my hair to make the transition less noticeable. If asked, this is the story I’m going to tell people. The real reason is that I’m cheap and lazy.

It’s just nice to have an excuse that makes me sound better.

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Old Gray Mare: Going Gray Month One!

Is it strange that I’m excited about writing my second blog on going gray? Probably. But I’ve been thinking about the subject all month. Of course, now that I’m here I won’t be able to remember anything I’ve been thinking, but such is life (and old age). What I do remember is that for some strange reason the song Old Gray Mare (She Ain’t What She Used to Be) keeps going through my head.

Throughout this past month, I have vacillated between being super excited about transitioning to gray and being worried that it’s going to age me big time. I don’t want to look old. But then I tell myself that maybe after the initial aging effect, I’ll get the Steve Martin effect, where I’ll look the same age for the next 30 years.

Or more.

Note: One advantage to aging: Your delusions are easier to maintain.

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