I come from a family of vain folk who’ve been dyeing over their grey hair even long after it became very obvious. (At least my dad stopped.) I wrote about that more than three years ago on a trip with David, and at the same time made a prediction that I’d have enough of my own grey stuff to make a bird’s nest by the time I reached 35.
I think I was right!
In the last year or so, I’ve been noticing patches of grey hair sprouting up all around my head in random places. Even my EYEBROWS are growing white hair. I set up the tripod and used the remote to try and capture some of it.
Oops. I hardly ever take self-portraits anymore, so I’m woefully out of practice. It’s all trial-and-error working with the remote and the newly-purchased tripod.
I converted this shot to black and white so it’s easier to see. I don’t know if I’ll end up eventually dyeing my hair — the last time I had colour in it was 2003. I feel like I’ve earned each and every one of these bits of white and grey.
When I took Beano to the vet in the spring, the first thing she noticed was how much white is now mixed in with his dark fur. Maybe Beano and I can commiserate about this current state of af(hairs) over some old-person tea with lots of milk!
* Ref.
