I was only 29 when a co-worker, an elderly lady, told me that she saw the first grey hair on my head. I removed it, and from then on I did a grey hair check in front of the mirror every morning. No doubt I am the daughter of my father, he turned grey quite young and there was no way I wanted to follow him in this. Not at 29!
I started to colour my hair in my early fourties, telling myself that I would stop when I turned 50. My half a century birthday came and I didn't have the courage! So I kept on with my monthly visits to my dear hairdresser.
I'll not bore you with my colouring stories........Finally in early March I told Elin, my hairdresser through alot of years, that that day she was colouring my hair for the last time! My decicion was taken. Finally.
Weeks later I wrote about my growing grey hair on facebook and comments came in like a rush hour queue. Most of them nice and encouraging, a few made me feel offended and sad. I learn a lot about the importance of being nice then, nice and encouraging even when telling the truth.....
I never went back on my decision though and today, almost three months after I stopped colouring my hair, I can look in the mirror and say to myself:
You did the right thing Britt-Arnhild
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