Well, as you know I accept and embrace my greying hair & wrinkles, they are part of the person I am.
I must tell you a funny story.
Several months ago, before the weather turned cold, I was out for a walk. Casually dressed in my skinny jeans and boots, with a fitted little jacket over the top, the sunshine warmed my soul and I skipped along to the sound of salsa music drifting from an open window. I became aware of a manly footfall behind me. It seemed to move in step with me for several minutes.
Eventually the man, about fifty, moved to pass me by, as he did so he glanced in my direction, and the look of surprised shock was evident. What he saw from the front did not seem to fit with his image of me from the back! I winked, and grinned, to let him know I knew what he was thinking! 😉 He smiled and walked on.
Yes, my face is stamped with laughter lines and the hair that frames my face has assumed the glow of natural hi-lights.
Hell, grey hair is better than no hair at all, and it keeps my head warm. To see the real me, you need to look into my eyes, we are after all told that: ‘The eyes are the window to the soul’ and souls are ageless.