I can still recall the day I found my first grey hair. I was 31 and I was out shopping with my friend in the West Quay shopping centre. As I dipped my head to try on a new dress there it was, staring at me like a vicious grey wire! Not being a particularly focused on appearance, I shocked myself at how strong a reaction I had to this lifeless lock! All of a sudden I felt ancient and saw my carefree days flashing before my eyes! Eleven years and goodness knows how many silver strands later and the feeling is of course not so dramatic. I mean, what is a grey hair or ten between friends?! I even braved the au natural look for the two years. Yes really…no highlights whatsoever! I have to admit though, I did bite the bullet and add some lighter tones this year. I’m not sure that I’m a grey girl at heart!
Away with The Greys
The first one came at thirty one
She plucked it, in denial
Although the process had begun
She sucked it up and smiled
In dark blonde hair no one would care
The highlights would disguise it
But as they spread, a silent dread
More difficult to hide it!
The wirey crew in numbers grew
They sprouted in her parting
Although she joked deep down she knew
Her youthful self was smarting
Two years did pass, herself she asked
Perhaps I’ll tolerate it?
Some people stay with their cool grey
I really can’t berate it!
She had no urge to make the splurge
On costly monthly bleaching
But grey tones seemed like such a dIrge
And colours called, beseeching
And as she plucked one more for luck
It seemed the moment beckoned
To help her locks become unstuck
And change things up this second!