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I have a few gray strands peeking through the brown. I color them brown - but I am often lazy about keeping up with it. It is funny how during conversations, some people try to sneak a peak at my gray. I would be saying something and in mid sentence they will break the eye contact and shoot a quick glance at the gray and go back to the eye contact - which is ok. What is really weird is that they keep shooting quick glances. I often feel like saying -yup - that persistent gray is still there :)

Has anyone else noticed this behavior in other people?

Comments

Sylvia K said…
Be glad you haven't turned completely gray over one summer -- believe me that really gets the looks. I kept it colored as long as I was working because I quickly discovered that there is such a thing as age descrimination and for two months I kept getting told I was over qualified. Colored the hair and had a job the next week. Go figure! Isn't getting older the most fun ever?
November 22, 2008 at 5:19 PM
pink dogwood said…
Yes, I agree that there is age discrimination - someone I know who is 60 and is trying to find a job and having trouble even though he is very qualified.
November 23, 2008 at 6:21 AM
bindu said…
You should talk about the gray and watch them look embarrassed! You really should. :) The gray strands have started appearing on my head too ... haven't done anything about it yet because they are not that visible yet. But will soon have to make a decision! The things we do ... ;)
November 23, 2008 at 8:45 AM
subcontinental.giant said…
I get the same with my facial hair. But then again my chin is usually at most peoples eye level :) So I don't if its one reason or the other.
November 23, 2008 at 11:08 AM
pink dogwood said…
bindu - I should do that :)

sg : I guess my hair is at most peoples eye level :)
November 23, 2008 at 1:50 PM
Bobkat said…
Yeah, I think people are always comparing themselves with other people and this is just part of it. I have been noticing more and more grey hairs myself and yeah, other people check them out as well from time to time.
November 24, 2008 at 6:23 AM
coloredsock said…
i actually love gray hair on women. so many around here have salt and pepper hair or even all gray hair, and whether they are graying young or normally, i think it's beautiful! as far as catching stares, maybe it's because they think it's beautiful/intriguing as well.
November 24, 2008 at 8:15 AM
pink dogwood said…
bob-kat : yes, maybe that's all there is to it - they are just comparing their gray to mine:)

coloredsock : I like your positive spin on this :)
November 24, 2008 at 8:46 AM
Sue said…
I go back and forth with my gray. Sometimes I can stand it, then I dye it, then it comes back.

I had the problem with someone's eyes traveling recently when I wore a new blouse -- way lower cut than anything else I own, but still decent! I have never noticed a guys eyes traveling to my chest before I wore that blouse. It was a strange feeling! :)

(I put it in the back of my closet. But I didn't throw it away!)
November 24, 2008 at 2:15 PM
pink dogwood said…
Sue - funny about the blouse, but don't let a traveling eye prevent you from wearing what you like :)
November 24, 2008 at 3:49 PM
Lori ann said…
I'm not sure how I got here, but I love your blog!and this post, so funny and true! just your putting it into words, I'm sure everyone has experianced this to some degree. I have had more comments on my choosing to let the gray show than almost anything else about me! so funny! It's so nice to meet you!
xx
December 3, 2008 at 8:50 PM
Kay said…
lol... yeah, I've noticed that too. and some people announce to me, as if I don't know. 'You have grey hair!!!' lol
December 31, 2008 at 5:17 AM
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