It seems to me I haven't always been old, but I don't remember.
Not true, I remember when I was young and quite cute, at that.
Long ago and far away. But there is more...
Today, my hair could be called grey or white, but it is a mixture of both with some hairs of straw-yellow thrown in for good measure. Yellow doesn't suit me at all.
No, I never was a blonde. My hair was always brown, or dyed red to match my brother Clint's.
Yes, it was always brown except when I had it sprayed white to match my prom dress. Note the white gloves.
It was a different and distant time.
But yes, my hair was always brown except for the many times it was red, and except for the one time in the 80s when I had my hairdresser dye all my white and/or grey hairs purple.
Oh, what fun I had with purple hair. I chose purple partly because I owned a lot of purple clothes, but there are no photos extant of me clad, and also haired, in purple.
Except for this one which, unfortunately, is in black and white. I teased my photographer friend a lot about that faux pas, but I was secretly very upset. I can say that now, because that dear friend is no longer with us.
Thinking of a friend from long ago and far away...yes, it reminds me that all lives, however well they were lived, must come to an end.
Thinking of my friend makes me feel old. But it hasn't always been so.
I am linking this post to Lady Fi's Our World Tuesday http://ourworldtuesdaymeme.blogspot.ca/
Now, my computer and I are no longer friends.
I have a feeling this post might be posted more than once. Something is very wrong, but I don't know what. I can't get a preview, and I have trouble making changes: i.e. fixing any errors. So please bear with me.
Okay, I'm back. This time the problem isn't about my blogs being posted more than once. This time it disappeared altogether. My husband said he saw it, but I didn't. How can that happen?
O well, old age doesn't promise to be easy.