Seriously! Would it be even remotely possible for me to successfully deny my age without her? Doubtful!
I
sometimes peruse old photos of my mom and her sisters when they were my
age. They all looked so much older that I do. “Why is that?” you may
ask. Because they were not acquainted with Miss Clairol, of
course. They only rarely dyed their hair! My mother would, on a rare
occasion, never consistently, as I have for a number of years. When
she did, it looked so unnatural. I believe it behooves a woman to
start coloring as soon as she has too many grays
to discreetly yank. This way, people are accustomed to her signature
dark hair, regardless of her age.
Coloring my hair does present its own set of problems. For one thing, I
have to remove my glasses so as not to get hair dye on them. That is
tantamount to having my hairdresser color my hair while wearing
a blindfold. I have to wear bangs for days to hide my tinted forehead,
and at times my hair looks like it was highlighted, but that is
actually just where I missed. Coloring my hair has also distorted my sense of perception.
I mistakenly perceive people with gray hair to
be somewhat older than me, but I am frequently incorrect in that
assessment. This can cause me to be dismissive in the hunt for a
suitor. I don’t know how I’m going to overcome that hurdle. Maybe I
should take my glasses off…
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