On Monday, my little sister turned 30. My baby sister.
That same day, I also found my first grey hair.
Joey confirmed it right before he left for work and left me to deal with the aftermath of my discovery alone. I have been anticipating its arrival for a number of years, but was hoping that genetics would work in my favor. My dad didn't go really grey until he was well into his 60s. He always seemed to have a head full of black hair.
Joey did not provide much of a sympathetic ear to my discovery, as he's had quite a bit of grey hair accumulating on his head for a while. Actually, his grey looks quite chic. I think it makes him even more attractive because it is such a contrast to his dark brown hair. Still, it's an entirely different feeling for it to be my hair turning grey. Granted, it's just one, but it marks the start. And, the thing about my grey hair is that it's texture is totally different to the rest of my hair. It's wiry and course, with a mind of it's own. I can find it almost instantly when I'm styling my hair in the morning, protruding from the top of my head to taunt me.
Up until this point, I had always thought that when I start to go grey, I'd let nature take it's course and allow myself to age gracefully. Now, I'm not so sure. I may be exploring hair coloring options in my near future. I realize that makes me seem quite vain, but I'm just not ready to accept the arrival of these grey hairs. Not yet.
This outfit is pretty much a go-to look for me. The long flowy skirt is a maxi skirt I wrote about here in the Spring. When I wore it this week, I decided to hike it up to my waist to make it more of a midi length. I like this sort of bohemian look. And now, the scarf on my head look may serve to be more functional for me to hide the grey.
Outfit details: skirt - Stanley Market, t-shirt from a mall in Kuala Lumpur, peeptoe wedges - UO, locket necklace - Brooklyn Charm, scarf - also Stanley Market