It has been years since I’ve colored my hair but I definitely remember the last time -it was the first month that I missed having a period! That had only happened twice before in my life, both times were pregnancies. I was in my late 40’s, my hair was already showing traces of gray, both my children were in college. The first thought that flashed through my brain with stunning clarity was " I will not be pregant and gray headed!" Instead of picking up a pregnancy test kit at the drug store, I grabbed the hair color and went straight home, shut myself in the bathroom and dyed my hair. The thought of menopause never enterd my mind, I wasn’t "old enough" for that, not me! But in fact, I was - at first it seemed like an overwhelming situation but I have found it to be only a natural progression of the journey. Now 60, I am one of the few women in my circle of friends who does not do the color thing and it’s their comment that really amuses me - "If mine looked like yours, I wouldn’t color it either."  How will they ever know?

When my husband and I were on our way home this past April from a winter trip to Florida, a young woman in a restaurant stopped by our table telling me that she loved my glasses and that my hair was to die for! What more can I say?