When I was younger I used to say that when my hair went grey I hoped it would be all silver. Not the dull grey or the white that most people get, but the shiny silver hair that some people get. I thought the silver hair was pretty and different, and it would be kind of fun to have shiny silver hair.
I’m 32 years old and I don’t think that’s old enough, but I am totally going grey. All my grey hairs are shiny and silver. You would think I’d be excited about it, but I’m not. The light catches the shiny silver just right, and that’s all you can see. I have tons and tons of my normal, boring, brown hair, but because of the shine all I can focus on is the silver. And it’s everywhere. I can’t afford to dye my hair (heck, I can’t even afford to get my hair cut right now! I haven’t had a hair cut in over 2 years!! Not even a trim! Yes, it is that bad.) so I just have to suck it up. I was pulling any grey hairs I find, but now there are just too many.
You know, when I was young I used to joke that I wanted to be a fat, Italian mama. I got the fat and mama part right.
Side note: Don’t you dare call me “Mama”. I hate that. My kids have never been allowed to call me “Mama.” Always “Mom” or “Mommy”. That’s it. No other variations. I would accept a “Mum” if we had the right accent, but we don’t. I mostly just hate hate hate Mama. So don’t try it, don’t refer to me that way in front of my kids, nothing. Thank you.
So here I am, in my 30’s, I’m fat, I’m a mother, I have Italian blood (but that’s it… sorry Mom), and I have shiny silver hair. What else did I say about myself when I was younger? Who knew I’d be making predictions? And why couldn’t my hopes for being a rich and famous flute player with a flat in London and a house in Windsor come true?????