This is a picture of me as a little girl. The blond hair was natural. The curls were not. No eyeglasses; no contact lenses. Just half blind and no one knew.
This is my high school senior picture. The mousy brown hair color was natural. The waves were not. The glasses were stylish then. Trust me on that.
This was taken some time after high school. The straight hair was natural. The blond color was not. Glasses replaced by contact lenses.
This one was taken in 1986, when I was 42. That woman in the picture with me, with the thick dark hair with a tiny patch of gray in the front, was my great-aunt, who was almost 77 years old. The hair color was natural for both of us.
This one is from 1991, shortly before I began coloring my hair. I had thought I was okay with turning gray...until some thirty-something guy we met on a trail in the Smokies seemed to think I was old enough to be his mother. I was...but that's beside the point.
This was taken in 1997. Look, Ma...no gray!
This one was taken in 2002. The hair length was getting shorter, and I had stopped getting it permed.
This was my first profile picture for my blog, taken in 2010. Glasses are back. Contacts could no longer fully correct my vision.
Recently, Doug dropped me off at the door of a restaurant so I could go in and get a table while he parked the car. But then he couldn't find me when he came in. He didn't recognize me with my gray hair.
The hoary head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of righteousness. (Prov. 16:31)