Tuesday, April 10, 2007
I started going gray in my early twenties. My wavy brown locks started filling in with course, wiry, gray Brillo hair... a gift from my English ancestors. I fought it for a while with the help of Miss Clairol, and when I put down the bottle in my late twenties and let the natural gray reveal itself, THEN people started asking "What are you doing to your hair?" I learned to embrace everything that came with being a Baby Silver Fox. (Did that make me a Silver Kit?) Now that I'm 37, it's not SO unusual anymore I guess. But it is probably my most defining physical characteristic.
This futuristic faux-hawk wave 'do dates from the turn of the century...