This post is inspired by Susan’s Flutterbys here. This very subject has been on my mind because of the contracting field of women my “age”!
It’s kind of funny, sad, and maddening, but I find fewer and fewer of my friends and relations able to resist the flow of forever “youth”. Despite the fact that we all look the same age whether we color or not, there is a disconcerting difference between us, a sort of apologetic/guilty pause we share when noticing one another’s appearance when meeting for the first time in years. I don’t know which of us is more embarrassed to see the results of our aging, me with my gray hair or them with their “ageless” hair.
For what it’s worth, to me if no one else, here are my photos. Enjoy with me the freedom from maintaining roots.:)
|Notice how well I blend in with the trees!|
|I suppose I AM as old as some of them!|
|Viva! Au Naturel!|