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Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!! On the money, girl!!! Last Friday night, I was at a bar with friends, looking around me – noticing I seemed to be on the older side of the spectrum. Deep in thought, a woman approached me and said, “I just want to tell you how beautiful you look, with your salt and pepper hair…”. Yikes!! From the inside looking out, I feel like a 20 year old. How can this be happening…?? Of coarse, since I am not vain (are you kidding!) I waited a full 12 hours before yanking those salt-colored hairs from my head. Luckily, sanity replaced fanatical-self-manicure-mode, and I decided to keep those special hairs — after all, I can be sexy no matter what color my hair is, yellow, blue, and even grey.
Dear friend, your wisdom amazes me! I’m not there yet. My hair color dresser is on vacation and I’m in a panicky mode!… But yes, YOU are sexy, no matter what color is on your hair!
What can I say, I luv it. There is a fatidic day in our (my) life when we/I suddenly shift from too young to too old. Unfortunately, the shift has happened for me and I can only long these years when everyone was telling me I looked too young and I could not wait to look older…. It is hard to be a woman:)
I found the theme to wake up my girl friends and involve them in my blog… Great! Thanks for your comment, Nathalie. What you describe is so much true…
Very clever, my dear…it seems you have a genuine knack for humorously pointing out the bitter side of life. More!
You mean… I need to humorously point out MORE the bitter side of MY life? I agree…
Ah, Carole! I am enjoying your work here! Re: grey hair and other signs of aging, I had the good fortune to know several elderly women relatives -Granny and her sisters, Nellie and Dorothy, when I was a girl. These days, as I go all “distinguished” at my temples (!), I think often of how beautiful I thought they were with their silvered hair and fascinating wrinkles. As I age, in this loudly youth-crazy culture, I often wonder if we have totally lost the art of dying (no, NOT dye-ing!), the wisdom of letting color leach from our lives in order to receive aging and, ultimately, death. I think I want to learn that art, though certainly of late there are changes I resist, losses I resent, and a dogged attachment to doing things “my way” that is sometimes surprising in its persistence –and feels as awkward, as graceless as adolescence. Thank you for the humor you bring to these “cusp-y” situations… and for the thoughts you evoke.
J’aime…Les yeux et le regard d’un enfant…C’est vraiment drole et en meme temps cela rassure car je ne savais pas que cela arrivait a d’autres… C’est mon quotidien que l’on me prenne pour le grand-dad de Jono et Lucas…et au debut c’etait tellement difficile…