Getting older....

Its one of those things that sneaks up on you... and scares the living daylights out of you when you eventually notice it in the mirror. Or when somebody asks you your age. You realise that your school reunion is in its 2nd or even 3rd round (30 years out of school anyone?)

And then you find the first one.

I wasn't too bothered about it. And I honestly considered just leaving it and waiting to see how it would look. But six grey hairs just looks odd. Especially since it looked like they weren't interested in taking over the rest of my mane.

I actually wouldn't mind going grey, I would love to know what it would look like...but I suspect I may not be saying that once the greys take over. So....

Until then...Like the darker colour. I wish it wasn't as red in the sun, more of a cooler, brown, but until I find a box colour that does that for me, I am content with this...

 Would you go grey, just to see what it would look like?

Since its Friday, I'll leave you with my new favourite image of my daughter, take one day in the school holidays, while she was waiting for her friends to come out to play...