Sisterhood of the Silver Foxes

I have a new club to which I am a proud member.  Forget hair club for men.
What I have is a sisterhood of gray haired ladies.

It seems like since I've embraced my white hair (dear hubby calls it 'platinum'.  I think I'll keep him) I've had many random conversations with other white-haired gals I don't know. I've met 'sisters' in public restrooms and checkout lines. I even had a woman stop me outside a fancy mall during my LA visit.  And we all act as if we've known each other for years.

The opening conversation is always something about whether the color is natural.  Then how long we've worn it this way.

Then it gets down to what products we use. "Do you use the purple stuff?"

We look at each other knowingly and then walk on, knowing we aren't alone in this brave quest of letting the world see us as we really are.

That's scary.  It's been interesting and challenging to let go of the past (hair color) and embrace the future (me as I really am).  My whole attitude about myself and where I fit in has changed.

I kind of like it.

My point is that when we recognize something with whom we identify, it's okay to cut through the clutter of small talk and get to the important things (apparently there's a hair product for my crowning glory that will make it look EVEN BETTER at the beauty supply store).

You may be the founding member of your sisterhood.  Whatever it is, believe me, you aren't alone.  Think of all of the future sisters just waiting to find someone just like you.