I woke up this morning with a stark white hair in my nest of haphazard black curls.
It was not there yesterday.
It made me laugh-- in my life, the correlation isn't to age, but to stress. Occasionally binge-drinking, and laying on my face. But mostly, stress.
I swept my hair up into pigtails, and proceeded to go out and meet the sunshine.
Posted by Olga at July 2, 2005 12:39 PMHehehe, welcome to the club beautiful. How is life? =) I miss you!! Kissy!
Posted by: Mel at July 2, 2005 01:19 PMI love my gray hairs. I have 7. Late, late at night, I start thinking I should name them.
Posted by: Rachel at July 8, 2005 06:32 PMMine come and go, depending on how hard I'm riding my own sense of life. ;) They're good little reminders to take it easy, or at least, easier...
Posted by: Olga at July 13, 2005 11:31 PM