The hair on my right temple is white. Look at it:
I first noticed I had grey hair about 5 years ago. John and I had just started dating. I was standing in my apartment in Amsterdam doing my hair when all of the sudden… there they were. A million silver hairs had taken up residence kitty-corner to my right eyeball. I have blonde hair and evidently I’m not that observant so I didn’t see the 1st or 10th or even 100th grey hair (in my defence, it’s not always all that easy to see- here’s some other pictures of me here. See?). I went from thinking I didn’t have any grey to the buggers waging a full on war with my blonde locks.
This may surprise you, but I thought it was the coolest thing ever.
My dad went grey when he was 25 years old so I knew it was coming. He calls the shade “Arctic Blond.” He also gave me ears that go bright red and get boiling hot if you so much as LOOK in their general direction, as well as an unfailing disinterest in answering the phone.
My girlfriend was in my living room when I made the discovery: “OHMAHGAAAAWD you have to come in here and LOOK AT MY HEAD. My hair! MY HAIR IS WHITE! BAAAAAAHHH”
I was totally fascinated. I couldn’t stop looking at them. Those hairs could have been red or purple or irridescent for the amount of entertainment they were affording me.
My friend was not so impressed: “Okaaaay. So, you can dye your hair.”
Dying my hair is not currently in the cards for me. I am too cheap frugal to spend the money and more importantly, I will forget to make regular appointments and I’ll end up with granny-root, which would be ever so classy. No. I am going to have to embrace the grey.*
My next thought: I can’t wait to show John!
Friend: Uh. John might not be as excited about your grey hair as you are.
So, I took her advice and I didn’t make a big production of my personal silver factory to John right then. We WERE in the wooing stage after all. Little did he know that soon enough many of our conversations would go something like this. But right at the beginning it was all coffees and walks and wine… and no Arctic Blond talk.
*Just for the record, I reserve the right to change my mind on the whole hair dying sitch if I want to. Just so ya know. The next time we meet in person I might be a redhead with zero silver tresses. It’s not likely, but anything is possible. Just so ya know…