My Year of Going Gray
[caption id="attachment_1210" align="alignleft" width="256"] Naomi getting in touch with her "roots"[/caption]
It started 12 or 13 years ago, when I was in my mid-30s. I had two small children, a cool dot-com job with many younger colleagues, and a sprinkling of gray hair. I didn’t mind the gray too much, but sometimes there’d be a wiry one or one that stood straight up from my head. I didn’t care for those. My hairdresser encouraged me to let her try coloring it. I did. It looked pretty. It was fun. So I kept doing it.
But now I’m going to stop. I’m letting myself go gray this year, and judging from my roots, I'll be way more salt than pepper.
UH...WHY? ...