My mom, who is 90, still colors her hair. She has a hard time with a ‘gray’ daughter & I cannot tell you how many times I have heard “I don’t know why you don’t color your hair ... it only takes a few minutes!” When people comment on my hair, she stays grimly quiet. The latest comment was from a HS friend of mom’s who was a hairdresser for decades ... had her shop in her house. We had lunch with her recently & she told mom my hair was ‘beautiful’ - I just smiled, mom didn’t. :-)
That’s neat. In a funny way, it has reminded me of a few years ago, when I discovered where my old nuns retirement home was. I made an appointment to visit, and when I saw my first grade teacher, she took one look at my dyed hair, and said “I see you’ve become a cheater!” We laughed so hard about that.
I’m one of the lucky ones. My nuns were fabulous, hard-nosed about learning, but fun and generous women. They taught me some great lessons that have stuck with me. I’m so glad I went out of my way to find them, and then to write and visit them. All of mine have now passed. Spectacular women. I know not many people think of their former nuns this way, but I loved my nuns.