Yesterday, while moving along in my morning routine I noticed when I was looking in the mirror. Something that made my heart sink and my eyes borderline on the verge of getting wet. I found a gray hair. A GRAY hair! How is this even a possibility? Isn't there some kind of spoken rule, NO gray hairs before 30 or something. Hello! I still have a good 2 years before that, why are we jumping the gun here?! So I grabbed the tweezers and plucked that sucker out of there, out of sight, out of mind. Except, I can't stop thinking about it. I'm constantly checking my scalp now, joy.
You could say I've gone into a unique combination of panic and pure denial. On my way home from work, I found myself pulling into the Walmart parking lot ( I NEVER go to Walmart) and walking towards the hair care aisle. I grabbed a highlighting kit and was on my way. Now, I stopped coloring my hair when we started trying for Alex. I've been EXTREMELY proud of the fact that I could actually tell you all what my real hair color is but apparently that color being gray just wasn't acceptable so last night I put on the funny cap and gloves and I added a little touch of blonde to my natural brown hair. I am happy with how it turned out, pretty subtle which is what I was going for but refused to pay what the salons wanted to charge. So now I am a 1/2 natural brunette, 1/2 bottle blonde one hot mama.
Here's to getting old!