Mid-Life Questions ...

A couple of weeks ago, I saw a woman with two-toned hair ... and I totally made fun of her and called her Cruella Deville. Yesterday, I came home from the "salon" (can we call Fantastic Sam's a salon?) with a big blond strip right down the side of my face. Am I a hypocrite? Do I look like Cruella? Do I secretly long to be Cruella (minus the killing of Dalmations and draping myself in them). Is this what they call a mid-life crisis? Why can't I just go gray and be happy with whatever comes naturally?


The bottom line is that I don't feel old enough to be gray ... and I think I would look atrocious! I'm not ready to be atrocious yet! Does this blond strip make me look atrocious? Say it isn't so! Granted I could be a Grandma in the very near future and most of my children are now taller than me, but I'm still fighting it.

Oh dear. Cruella is a fighter.

Whatever. For now I will fight the hot flashes with my hormone patch and the gray hair with two bottles of color. I don't know if I will ever let myself go gray. My hair is one of the few things that I can control! And in case you didn't know this ... if I didn't color it, I would be completely gray. Oh the mere thought of it! It's not for me and I'm not for it. But I will probably try every other color except gray as I travel on this journey through aging. Fun!