I can’t talk about my hair without first talking about my mom’s side of the family. That’s them in the picture above. This picture is ~30 years old, but you can see that there is a family trait here that, with a few exceptions, runs strong. Dark hair. Not just dark hair. Dark, thick hair. The kind of hair that you get thinned out when you get a haircut and it still looks like too much. The kind of hair where your stylist calls you to reschedule your haircut because the receptionist only scheduled 30 minutes and there is NO WAY she could get it done in 30 minutes. “She didn’t know who you were” she explained.

True story.

Happened two weeks ago.

Here we are again. The beginning of a new year. That line in the sand where we decide that this year it will be different. With every new year, I have made some kind of resolution, normally in the “lose weight” family, that doesn’t go to plan. You know the drill. Lose 20 pounds. Eat healthier to lose that holiday weight. Fit back into your favorite jeans. You know the jeans. The ones you loved to wear before having kids and your body changed FOREVER.

My name is Stephanie. Among other things, I am a wife, a mother, a dog lover, and a marketer. I love to cook, bake, swim, go for long walks (especially in freshly fallen snow), and I enjoy writing. I am 48 years old and, as the name of this blog states, I have gray hair. Not 100% gray, just a lot more gray than I expected when I started to let my hair color grow out 18 months ago. As much as I don’t feel it on the inside, I am looking my age.

I am, in fact, middle-aged.