Well, it started when I quit coloring my hair. After retirement, after a surgery, I just quit coloring it, trying to gain simplicity and honesty as I age. And actually it started before that when I started getting my hair cut really short as a concession to my aging Norwegian head.
First, the granddaughters looked at me sideways and asked, “Didn’t your hair used to be brown?” And, “GramBee, why don’t you have any hair?” So we discussed that a little. And they told me their Grandma Mela (on the other side) still has really brown hair and it’s long and pretty. Really, honesty is overrated.
Next, as my hair turned whiter and whiter, I started to look like Mike Pence. I still can’t quite resign myself to this.
Next, I started worrying that people might think I am an old man. Fewer hormones, unisex hiking clothes, lumpy body, now with Mike Pence hair. You know, people saying, “Excuse me, sir… oh, sorry.”
Do you have any advice on how– while walking 150 miles on the Camino, without hair dryers and products and in the rain and wind and sun all day, how can I still look feminine and attractive? I know this is petty and superficial. But really.