If you've read my entry entitled "Are You Their Grandmother?" or viewed my profile, you've already noted that I'm pretty gray on top. Well, recently I've become unemployed, and, since first impressions count, I've gone ahead and dyed my hair so I won't look so old during interviews. I don't like it, but almost every other woman I know that is my age has her hair colored, I'm just leveling the playing field.
It occurred to me, however, that this also presents an opportunity. I used to be asked about being their grandmother every couple of months or so, on average, almost, but not always, by folks in the under 30 age bracket. Shall we see if I continue to get asked that now that my hair has been made younger looking?
This experiment is totally unscientific, and should be treated as such. However, I'll do my best to track this over the next six months and we'll see how it goes.
Just so you know, I've already had one person express surprise this morning when I said the boys were mine. No, not at the Mother's Day breakfast at their daycare. I was wearing a photo pin of the boys to my needlework club, and a lady and I were comparing notes about preschoolers. She's a grandma herself, and watches her preschool-age grandson after school.
So, two weeks into the younger-looking me, tally up one incident for the 50+ age group.
Check out my next blog for an update!
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