One of my biggest struggles is keeping my gray roots covered. About every six weeks I grab a bottle of “Nice and Easy” and hide the silver that’s taking over. It never fails, there is a spot on the side of head that seems to escape the coloring. As I’m fixing my hair it screams at me. “Hazel!!!”
Instead of letting it bother me and instead of trying to hide it. I have decided to let this one go. I’m not fighting it any longer.
I will have a gray stand in my hair.
I’m going to just own it.
Live it up.
It’s a silver highlight and it’s a small sign of my age.
I desevere it. It have lived up to it.
I’m going to see just what it does. But I will continue covering the gray on the rest of my hair.
My husband said, “So, your going to be like Frankensteins wife right?” I gritted my teeth and giggled “Why yes I just might “.
Another sign of age happend at the mall. Twice!
As I was fileing throught a rack of clothes at American Eagle (A store that caters to younger people), I noticed that there was a lot of wide legged pants. I turned to a young associate that was working in that area, “Are the wide leg pants coming back in?” The music was blarring loud and reminding me I do not need a hearing aide right now. He replies “ No we have not gotten any in but we do have MOM JEANS over in the area to your right”.
Um. Mom jeans? He didn’t understand what I asked but I clearly understood what he thought. I politely smiled and left the store. Just kidding. I gave him a stink eye and walked over to see what the mom jeans looked like first.
At the same mall, I went into another store that was aimed to the younger generation. “See, I dont feel as old as I may look”.
I stood in the doorway of the dressing area holding a couple pieces of clothing. I noticed the young dressing room attendant letting young ladies into the dressing areas one by one. I gave her a questionable look. She then asks me, “Im sorry maam, are you waiting on someone?” I looked at her a little crazy and said “No, I would just like to try on some clothes”. She apologized for letting others cut in front of me and unlocked a dressing room. I Left with a pair of jeans that fit just right and they were NOT “mom jeans”.
Now excuse me while I look for my walker.