It may interest you to know that I'm wearing a wig. A grey wig. I found it on a shelf in our staffroom & I just HAD to be photographed in it.
I'd like you to click on the image & enlarge it so you can see how I'm looking as if I'm about to run the Cake Stall at the Annual Church Fete. Or maybe it's Andy Warhol as a middleagedwoman.
Truth be told (TBT), I'm really wearing the wig in the interests of Research. You see, in recent months, My Best Friend (MBF) decided she that she'd had a Gutload of constantly Policing Her Rapidly Expanding Crop of Grey Hairs & so stopped dying them.
The result was that she became a Half-Grey Woman. Oddly enough, her husband Kenny was thrilled with the result as he saw her as an Exciting & Edgy Maverick. She, on the other hand, wasn't so sure.
Soon, her cast-iron result weakened & she once again reached for the Dye Pot. Kenny now sees her as an Unexciting Sell-Out.
As I've told you numerous times, I don't have a single grey hair on my middleaged head. And my hair is still quite fair. All I have to do is spray it occasionally with 'Sun-In'. It's my Crowning Achievement in Life.
Perhaps soon I'll wake up one morning & find that I've turned White Overnight. Wouldn't that be exciting?
Anyway, I think grey looks fairly nondescript on fair, or should I say, mottled skin. My Other Friend, Rubber-Glove Jenny, who's a World Expert on Aging ,thinks that grey hair on my colouring makes one look Colourless or even worse, Sallow!
Maybe someone out there has some thoughts on the matter so I can complete my Research.