First, it was one. And I took care of it.
Then it was two or three, and I got sick of laying down the law.
Now, creeping out of my roots are several grey hairs. And they're getting busy, multiplying like nobody's business. So, I'm forced to come to terms with my feelings about it. I've been asked on different occasions if I mind the idea of going grey and I've always said no. But now it's really happening, I'm not totally sure.
I will probably get in trouble for saying this to the world, but husband is ... well ... loosing a bit of hair. Let's just say that. So his reaction to my silver strays is, "Oh well, you'll be grey, and I'll be bald." Fair enough.
The thing is, he can't really do anything about his issue — I will not be married to hair plugs guy — but I can correct my changing hair. I just can't decide if I want to make the commitment. Dying my hair every couple months or more is a pain, in terms of time and money.
I tease certain people — cough Mum cough — about dying grey hair. I always tell her to let it go natural. But now that I have my own, I'm singing a different tune.