Heather usually waxes my eyebrows when she trims my hair, but we both forgot last week. Thursday, I lit up my 10X magnifying mirror and settled my strongest reading glasses halfway down my nose. A shock awaited me: three silver eyebrow hairs.
Three. Silver. Hairs.
At first, I was completely bummed. I am so freakin' old. Headed for the long dirt nap. Subject to creeping decrepitude. But...wait.
I have now officially entered the "I Shall Wear Purple" years. I am going to wear what I like. Say what I think. Do the things I've always wanted to do. If not now, when?
Three silver hairs in my eyebrows give me all the permission I need.
4 comments:
Wow! If three silver hairs have that much power, my eyebrows are a lifetime license for unlimited freedom. :-)
I just two seconds ago read an article about Crone Magazine, where the mission statement is "mature women who embrace their experience, wisdom and power in ways that are personally satisfying and culturally enriching."
I wonder what color their eyebrows are?
www.cronemagazine.com
Wow!
...imagine the wild-child you will become when they start showing up downstairs.
;)
Good for you! Embrace the silver!
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