Dec 16, 2020
The conversation was innocent enough. As I was scrolling through a few photos, I stopped and showed a friend the progress of my hair going grey. I smiled and bragged, “Look how far it’s grown out!” By the first part of April it was clear going to the beauty salon every five to six weeks to have my roots done wasn’t going to be an option. Also, like most things in life, I jumped in with both feet and decided to let my hair go, let my silvers sparkle, ditch the dye, go grey, whatever you want to call it. With the encouragement of my then 21-year old daughter, I decided to let my hair return to its natural color, and being 46 years old seemed like a good time for me.