A week ago I was looking at the 1" roots that had grown out since I last colored my hair. The black dye had faded to dark brown and my roots were growing in medium brown- the difference in colors wasn't very noticeable. Then I saw it: a white hair. A little searching turned up another. And another. And another.
Aack! I'm only 33 years old and I'm now officially coloring over white hair! The only comfort I have in this is that it was white rather than grey. I've always hoped that when the time came it would be white. I just never expected the time to come so soon.
The same day I found the white hairs I went with my Polish friend to a fantastic water park inside a local resort. It was such fun, going down slides and rapids and frolicking in wave pools-- but the whole time all that was going through my head was I have white hair! I was in shock for a good 24 hours and then sunk into deep denial with a box of Feria hair color in jet black.
I found my first gray, or white, hair at 35 years old. So you're about on track. Although I couldn't tell if it was gray or white, so that might say something about my up-close eyesight going at the same time...no, just kidding. It didn't start going until I lived in Virginia. I've refused to go get my eyes examined because I don't want bifocals!!! But I'm going to have to do something before I scrapbook again, because I either have to look below my glasses or take them off to do anything up close.
That's what you have to look forward to, girl! Glad to make your day!
I started finding those pesky things at age 16! Totally unfair!! Premature gray hair runs on my dad's side and I take after them. Oh, well...That's what hair dye is for!:)
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I found my first gray, or white, hair at 35 years old. So you're about on track. Although I couldn't tell if it was gray or white, so that might say something about my up-close eyesight going at the same time...no, just kidding. It didn't start going until I lived in Virginia. I've refused to go get my eyes examined because I don't want bifocals!!! But I'm going to have to do something before I scrapbook again, because I either have to look below my glasses or take them off to do anything up close.
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I started finding those pesky things at age 16! Totally unfair!! Premature gray hair runs on my dad's side and I take after them. Oh, well...That's what hair dye is for!:)
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