Little Granny Grey Bush
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| Yep… ‘for the hair down there’ |
WARNING: This post contains too much information
Today, I found it. A grey hair. In the bush. Does the phrase “all downhill from here” strike any chords? I mean, sure, I’ve had grey hair on my head for 5 years or so, but my haphazard dye job every 6 weeks usually takes care of those. I even have a few of those pesky grey peri-menopause neck hairs, the ones that can drive you to distraction when you’re trying to pry them out of your carotid artery…
But down there…? DOWN THERE?!? I don’t think a gal can bounce back from that. I am now officially old. It’s so disheartening. I’d pluck it, but I tried that with the ones on my head and that just lead to lots and lots and lots of wee little pokey-outey hairs sprouting at the part in my scalp and in my salt-n-pepa temples. Bush hair is already fiercely rough and crinkly without adding pokey-outey to the mix. Nope, the little buggers are here to stay.
Maybe, just maybe if I went grey down there in a classy way… You know, say if my bush were comparable to what I imagine the Dames Helen Mirren and Judy Dench might sport … all posh and delicately coiffed, lusted after by those who appreciate women of a certain age.
I just didn’t reckon that I’d be a woman of a certain age at 44…
Oh Heather How I love thee! : )
SnorT!!! 😀
Go for the blue-dye rinse! Other than that, this post made me LOL.