I have a feeling that I’ll have Anne Bancroft’s hair shortly- streaked in all of the right places with gray hair.
It’ll be cool. I’ll make it work. I’m trying to remember why I quit dying my hair. It could be because of all of the maintenance – too much work to cover up the inevitable gray streak
I’m still trying to convince myself that I’m 40. Am I really in mid-life?
My 40s have been pretty cool. I’m almost a year into my 40s so it’s too early to say if I love being 40. I still don’t feel old. I don’t think I look 40 yet. . .
Honestly, I will take any memory that I can get. I love them all!
I remember being four years old. It might have been the best time ever. I remember Sesame Street and a chocolate cake for my birthday.
I remember being 10 and really awkward. It’s possible that I was awkward before that. I grew really fast and then one day when I was about 13, I stopped growing taller. On the plus side, my boobs grew about three years later. Until then, it was a slew of carpenter’s dream jokes. Teenage boys . . . I could do without them. Back in the day, I didn’t think so. But I do now, especially since I have a teenage girl.
I don’t really miss that time of being a young teenager at all. It would be better not to remember, except that it helps to understand what my teenager is going through. The teenage years are rough and unforgiving.
I remember my 20s. There was college and drinking and boyfriends. I dyed my hair and wore ugly clothes. There are pictures to prove it. I wrote a lot of awful poetry. There are several journals to prove it.
My 30s were an emotional roller coaster and incredibly humbling. I got a divorce. Soon after the divorce, I was in an abusive relationship. Within a year, I was homeless. Plus, I had three kids. Then I got my life back together but not without a lot of work and court appearances. A lot of those memories, I would like to remember less.
Then I started this blog. I write about the past and the future. I take many photos so I can look at them later and remember what a good time we had.
So here is a picture of me with my inevitable gray streak.
It could be worse than resembling Anne Bancroft, right?!
Which good memories are better — the recent and vivid ones or those that time has covered in a sweet haze?
I joined the #Midlife Luv linky Party. The link to the linky party is here:
If my hair had more grey in it, I would totally be rocking the streaks. As it is, there is just enough that with my natural, faded red color, it looks washed out. Soon though!
Sweet!! Its only a matter of time for us! 🙂
This was a fab read… bought back memories… I dyed my hair, and did all sorts of other (I regret them now) things to it… perhaps if I’d looked after it better then it wouldn’t need straightening every day, and dying ever 3 weeks now… I suppose, as I’m fifty this year I should let it go, but, nope (though I curse the palaver every 3wks) I’m not ready to embrace the grey just yet.
I also wrote lots of awful poetry as a teen too, though there were a few gem that were worth saving 🙂
Thank you so much! 🙂 Not sure why i’m ok with the gray. lol Maybe cuz Anne Bancroft & Annie Lennox make it look awesome?!
I think it bothers me because it’s rooty grey (if that make sense) I have long dark hair which has been dyed for years, so my grey is new growth, meaning I have an inch of (very) grey hair at the roots every 3 weeks, unless I cut it short it would take forever to grey through to end.
I lost most of my hair on my head by the time I was 30, which killed me as up until that point I had it down to the middle of my back. In 1989 I wanted hair like Jon Bon Jovi, now hair would be nice. I think if I let it grow out to any length I may look like a Teletubbie version of Hulk Hogan!
As for Grey Hair, my beard is a patchwork quilt of grey. I have periods where I get the urge to be hipster-like and grow it out and then one day I look in the mirror and my lower half of my face looks like a Football (soccer ball for the American readers), so then it gets shaved and I am back to my 15 year old goatee beard again.
A great post that really resonated with me as a relatively new 40-something.
That is something I didn’t think about. My boyfriend has a goatee and super long hair. And not much gray hair anywhere. So far he hasn’t had to think about gray hair. He was born in 1980. . . . which makes me feel a little like Mrs. Robinson.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts from a different perspective! 🙂
Some people I read are dyeing their hair grey… so how about that??? Sounds like the whole Anne thing is happening. Very fun post. And with a serious side as well. I like that.
Thanks! Glad you could stop by! 🙂 I know, the whole dying your hair grey on purpose?! I don’t know what to think about it.
I really do believe this whole life thing gets better as we get older. I’m 52 and can tell you I’m loving this age. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I just became an empty nester? 😉 Keep on keepin’ on!
I like dying my hair a reddish brown like a mix between Susan Sarandon and Julianne Moore. I have dyed my hair since I was 29 years old. I admire your embracing gray hair. Go, Mrs. Robinson!