there's not a day that goes by where I'm not thinking about my granny in some way. and some days i miss her just horribly, and all the hard memories of her sickness, the last few weeks she was on earth, all of it comes crashing into my head. but then i have days like yesterday.
i'd been looking in the mirror and was getting really exasperated with the fact that i have random gray hairs around my hairline in the front. they aren't long and mixing in with my other hair, but just kinda short and kinky and tight and sitting straight up, to torment me i'm sure of this. so i tried to comb them down, tried to do bangs, whatever. they just continued to fight their way to the top.
so i though of my granny and how she never let her hair go gray because it didn't do it in a 'dignified way' it just looked 'dirty' (her words not mine). and i remember that she would sometimes take some kinda brush with dye or an eyebrow pencil and color in the gray.
i bought mascara. and lets just say i've thickened the gray away and they are right, it doesn't clump or lump.
just gotta hope it is waterproof because i do sweat.
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I have gray hair too. It's getting more noticeable, but I've decided to embrace. It is, however, curly whereas my hair in not curly.
I tagged you for a meme.
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