26 March 2012

{losing color}

i painted at work today.
{long story}

and as i was painting, my coworker urged me to go wash out my hair because i had paint on the top of my head. {no surprise, i am a messy painter} so i go. and i look for that paint. except it wasn't paint after all. just my gray hairs. my new friends, just a couple years old that crave attention and love to stand out in a crowd.

i remember the first time I noticed a gray hair sticking out in the middle of blackness {as a 19 year old}. i plucked that sucker out and taped it to a black piece of paper as proof. well you know how they say when you pluck one three grow back in its place? totally true. 

so now i have about ten little white strands that will no doubt multiply and replenish my head very shortly. {i even have a white eyelash} and for once in my life i am jealous of blondes. they don't really have more fun, but they can sure cover up those grays.

but you know what? people sometimes say that gray hairs are proof that you have lived.
i'll take that. 

{and a root retouch every six weeks}


  1. Um, sorry about the gray hairs. I can't do much about the blond thing. I tried, really I did.

  2. We are Nordstrom and gray hair soul mates. I feel your pain!!

    On days when the whites are really bugging me or right in the middle of my part, I run a little mascara on the strands. Kind of gross but totally covers them up.

  3. Sorry, but welcome to the club :)