Muses

Does she or doesn’t she? Thoughts on going gray. Or is it grey?

Only her hairdresser knows for sure.

“Just after the baby was born she caught a glimpse of herself.  Her hair seemed so lifeless, so faded. Then she tried Miss Clairol . . .”

 

The great thing about this commercial is it is 60 seconds long.

In a minute, we learn the story of her life.

She had a baby.

She felt ancient.

She colored her hair and as a result all her bodily functions raged passionately again for another 250 years.

And only her hairdresser knew for sure.

As a child this last part puzzled me. If she was coloring by herself, how did her hairdresser know?

But I digress.

No, I haven’t just had a baby.

Yet, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I feel faded.

Maybe it’s time to rearrange my attitude on Miss Clairol.

I colored my hair for many years then five years ago I stopped. I get highlights but no over all color.

Now when I wear my hair pulled back, which can be all day in the warmer months, all I see is  . . .

 

Me and my son Jethro.

Me as in Granny.

Does. Not. Compute.

I threw the question out to my Facebook friends and EVERYONE gave it a big thumbs up.

So why am I so torn?

Maybe because I was so committed to liking my gray?

No.

That’s not it.

Since about 25, I’ve been committed to not letting gray hair, thickening mid-section, crepe-y neck, thinning skin . . . I’ll stop now . . . bother me.

So why does it bother me so now?

BECAUSE IT’S HERE. Like tax day, the day the card payment is due and the day your child leaves home forever.

Aging is fairly easy when you are young and the old you floated out somewhere in the future, somewhere in a galaxy far, far away.

Pooh.

I’ll figure this out.

Does she or doesn’t she?

Only her blog readers know for sure.

Stay tuned .  . .

 

           

           

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