Growing my hair
Word Count Wednesday
I’m growing my hair out.
Not my hair in general, but specific hairs: the white ones I’ve been plucking for the past three years. A friend once told me his wife was going white gracefully, so I felt guilty and vulgar every time I went for the tweezers. But back when the whites were few and far between, each one seemed wrong and out of place, like a crazy-long eyebrow hair. They had to go.
There are a lot of them now, though, so I’m letting them be.
It’s hard.
I’ll let you know when it starts to feel graceful.
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1 comments:
I always enjoy (?) the fact that the youngest two women (including me) in my book group, just hitting 50, are almost completely gray while the others, all of them at least 8-10 years older and a couple quite a bit more than that, are all redheads, brunettes or blonde (some still natural, I believe, but I'm not sure).
Ditto re the fact that in the choir I sang with for a few years recently, with men and women of about the same age span, 70% of the men are gray while at least 70% of the women are "not."
My employer tells me he thinks graying hair is an advantage in the business world - you acquire a certain credibility.
I feel mildly conflicted about it fairly often, but I hope my youthful spirit shines through enough for people to think of me as "prematurely" gray. Trouble is, I'm getting to the age where it's no longer so clear that it's premature. :-)
Do what makes you feel right about yourself, dear sister. That could go either way, and could change over time. There's no one correct answer, in my mind.
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