Letting go and letting grey
My hairstylist thinks that I should keep my grey sideburns and not try to color them. He said they are my signature. I’ve been pretty tepid about this idea. The thought of grey hair on a woman has always sent me into a full flinch. I’m more like Vidal Sassoon when it comes to older women – if you don’t look good, we don’t look good. And grey hair except for on a rare occasion rarely looks good.
But here it is my grey, my blonde, my red, my brown, my every color hair you can imagine sitting on top of my head and suddenly WALA, friends are stopping me to say they really like my hair. A guy was ringing the doorbell on a house on Moss and said, “Pretty smile. Pretty girl.” My fellow walker who likes to call me Red even though I’ve changed my color said my I was looking good this morning.
So here it is – I’m squinting my eyes on the grey and trying to accept it as a matter of course.