Sunday, June 25, 2006

And so it was that on the 25th day of the 6th month, 20 days after her 25th birthday, Sir Tessa found her first grey hair.

Nay, let it not be grey. Grey is such a lackluster word. Let it be silver.

The reaction, in three parts;

Proof that I am, in fact, aging.

Proof that I am, in fact, aging.

No one can see it anyway.

You realise now that once I grow a few more, I'll have to grow my hair long again, so I can swan around like Sephiroth.


  1. Anonymous25/6/06 14:37

    Welcome to the club! I discovered my first at 26. My mother laughed at me when I tried to complain, and laughed even harder when I tried to insist it was blonde.

    SOME of 'em are. *hmph*

  2. Anonymous25/6/06 15:42

    I deffinetly found one a couple years ago. In my hair it blends in with the blonde but it was most deffinetly white and not just really blonde.

  3. I like my white hair. Makes me wish I had actual black hair, like my dad. He's gone a fantastic salt and pepper (with more salt than pepper), but white and brown hair ends up looking kinda dirty...