Agnes and Beryl being the two grey hairs that have taken residence in my hair. I was tempted to yank them both out and pretend they never existed. Instead I did a creative swirl with my locs and kept going.
I’m getting *GULP* old!
Seasoned.
Eww, that sounds like a hunk of meat.
I am getting old.
Frick.
-r
Words and thoughts from Rachée
Rachee
I am mom, daughter, sister, yarn lover, word lover, crazy cat lady and library chick. Find me with book or with hook and a hot cuppa.
HAve you not noticed the big ol’ swatches of grey that run through my hair? And you’re worried about two?