The uncharted “gray” area
I’m not a woman who thinks too much about growing old, I don’t have a medicine cabinet full of anti aging creams..I don’t tend to worry about my laugh lines, or the dark circles that tend to appear from time to time, or even the lil’ lines around my eyes. Oh, I’m not saying I haven’t noticed all of these things slowly happening…I just don’t put much thought into my ever changing appearance.
And then came a few nights ago..this was the conversation coming from our Long Lane Boutique
me: Dawg get in here!!(quick side note: I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned my husband has a nickname that is more like his actual name to me–yes, dawg, that’s another story entirely which I’m sure I’ll tell more about sometime)
dawg: (my panic stricken husband rushing in to see the commotion)what’s going on?
me: Do you see that?
dawg: (puzzled no doubt) what?
me: that in my hair? Is that a gray hair?
dawg: (with a slight smirk on his face) Yep, I think you’re right. It looks like it to me.
me: What should I do? (a bit put off at my dear dawg’s lack of horror with my gray hair)
dawg: I don’t know…Do you want me to pull it out?
me: I’m not sure…should you pull it?
dawg: I’ll pull it (after a few yanks out it goes and he hands it to me)
me: (I’m inspecting it now as though it is a souvenir) Should I save it?
dawg: (laughing slightly..and walking out of the room)
Well, I haven’t had my hair colored in over four years now..perhaps it’s time I make a call to my dear friend Erin at The Buzz Or perhaps I’ll be one of those onaturale ladies that just let’s the gray shine through…I haven’t decided.



