Several years ago, my friend who cuts my hair suggested that I quit coloring it. I didn't like the idea, but she thought it was time, so when we went to Alaska, I did. By the time we returned, the color was nearly gone, and I was almost all gray.
I did not ever want to be THAT woman: the one with coal black hair on a sallow complexion. I decided that going gray was better than that. I have been surprised by how many people tell me that they like my gray, though I am still not wild about it.
This last weekend, however, I think I figured it out. I have a friend who had been coloring her hair, but when she became ill, she quit. Her hair is now its natural gray, and she looks lovely. As a matter of fact, she looks younger than she did. And though her hair is thinning, now that it is gray the thinning is not nearly as noticeable.
So I have decided there are worse things than having gray hair. Embrace it, Karen, embrace it.