Thursday, October 18, 2007

A gray day

It is a truly lucky girl who has a cosmotologist for a sister. I am one of those few who can trust her hair to hands who love her and will tell the truth, even when the truth is unpleasant. Saturday, Sarah became the bearer of this sad news: I have begun the journey towards my grandmother’s salt and pepper hair. Sarah discovered (and pulled!) my first gray hair. I know it’s only one, and when the time comes for all-over, gray-covering color the service will be free, but I had hoped to hold out on this milestone a little longer. Maybe at least until I say good-bye to my twenties in December. Or maybe until I’ve walked “in the way of righteousness” long enough that my gray head really will be a “crown of glory” (Proverbs 16:31). Or maybe it’s just not that big of a deal at all. But in my vanity, I’d really prefer to stay a natural brunette!


Jenny M. said...

Yes, you are very fortunate to have that sister of yours...I miss her haircuts so much and am in desperate need of some gray coverage myself.

Welcome to the 30s girl!!

Julie said...

Well I say LUCKY YOU b/c I found my first gray hair when I was like 17!! NO KIDDING! And only my hair stylist knows how much gray I have's awful! But I often forget it's there. I think that goes to show though that I've lost my mind too!

Anonymous said...

Yes, you are very fortunate to have a stylist sister. I would love that! My hair is light enough that I don't notice grays, although I'm sure they are there! By the way, we're the same age...I'll be 30 tomorrow. :)

Growing up I use to make fun of my dad's head of gray hair and he would always quote Bill Cosby: "Gray hair is God's graffiti." :)