Friday, on my drive home from work, I looked down and saw something unusual.
Yup, that is a grey hair, or as I have been calling them since they first appeared, “tinsel.” (And don’t worry, I was stopped at a light when I took this picture. I don’t do anything with my phone when I am driving.)
I must have great genes since tinsel is still very few and far between (thanks Ma and Dad). I’m not opposed to dying my hair. I did all the time when I was dancing to make me stand out in competitions. Even before that I was a red head (auburn, actually) for years. These days I am content with my natural color. That strand on my arm happened to be the only piece of tinsel that appeared along my part line. It was a “character” line in my hair. Once I get a bit more character, I’ll go back to Miss Clairol.
When I was younger, I wouldn’t leave the house without makeup and hair done, even though it didn’t always look that way! Ironically, as I got better at make up, I started to care less about wearing it. I do always wear it to work, although it is quite muted. Weekends, however, if I’m not going to Torah study or out to a get together, I’m not likely not to have any make up on and my hair will only be brushed, not styled.
Yesterday, I met Hillary for breakfast to celebrate her birthday. Hillary has never been into makeup. She wears it for dance performances and the occasional other event, but normally she takes full advantage of her natural beauty. Before I met up with her yesterday, I had walked six miles around a nearby lake.
It was great to know that I could go straight there and not raise an eyebrow. It’s fun having friends that really mean it when they say come as you are.
Ladies, how are you handling getting older: Embracing tinsel or developing a relationship with Miss Clairol? or How many of you have friends where you have a come as you are relationship?