{"id":1005,"date":"2018-09-03T22:41:32","date_gmt":"2018-09-04T02:41:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.kellystigliano.com\/blog\/?page_id=1005"},"modified":"2018-09-03T22:48:28","modified_gmt":"2018-09-04T02:48:28","slug":"imagine-my-horror","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.kellystigliano.com\/blog\/imagine-my-horror\/","title":{"rendered":"Imagine My Horror"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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ARTICLES<\/span><\/h3>

Imagine My Horror<\/strong>
Sasee Magazine<\/em><\/p>

I was running late. The mornings I didn\u2019t have to report to my part-time job always seemed more hurried than usual. I quickly applied my make-up and within ten minutes was in the car heading toward my biannual dental appointment.<\/p>

I thought a stoplight was a safe place to search for any make-up flaws. As I slowed to a halt in the line of cars, I pulled the sun visor down in my little Chevy Cavalier to check my face in the mirror.<\/p>

Then it caught my eye. A gray hair! No \u2013\u00a0three<\/em>\u00a0of them! Beside my left eye \u2013 at the temple \u2013 were three white hairs. I pulled them up; I pulled them down; I tugged them to the side. Surely it was just the sun glistening off my golden blond hair. The light was green.<\/p>

I was numb. Shock and disbelief dominated my thinking as I blindly followed in the line of cars to the next stoplight. Again, I pressed the brake deep into the floor as I slapped the visor mirror down. There could only be one thing worse than finding gray hairs on the left side of my head. This time, holding my breath, I looked beside my\u00a0right<\/em>\u00a0eye.\u00a0Four<\/em>\u00a0gray hairs \u2013 shining brightly like beacons in the sunlight.\u00a0NO!<\/em>\u00a0It can\u2019t be!<\/em>\u00a0This can\u2019t be happening to me! I am Kelly; I am blond; I do not get gray hairs!<\/em><\/p>

Having always been told I looked much younger than I was, the thought of aging had never occurred to me. It just hadn\u2019t. All my life I\u2019d simply gone along in bliss, ignorant to the inevitable. Now at 41 the reality was slapping me across the face; across the temples to be exact.<\/p>

As I glared into the mirror, I kept moving my head side to side, up and down. I waited to see if the gray hairs would suddenly turn blond, but no, they wouldn\u2019t change. Imagine my horror! Again, a green light.<\/p>

For the next two lights, I yanked at the hair at my temples \u2013 my\u00a0temples<\/em>! Oh my goodness!\u00a0Men<\/em>\u00a0get gray at the temples and it looks good on them. My\u00a0Dad<\/em>\u00a0has gray hair at his temples! I\u2019m sure by now the driver behind me realized I was in a crisis and gave a friendly tap of his horn, signaling the light had changed to green.<\/p>

\u201cThis can\u2019t be happening,\u201d I said to myself as I grabbed my cell phone. My husband\u2019s phone was off so I left a brief message. \u201cJerry! I\u2019m gray! Call me!\u201d<\/p>

I called home to whine to my adult daughter. No answer. I had to bewail to someone! I called my brunette coworkers to share this terrible news.<\/p>

\u201cBetsy! I have gray hair!\u201d I wailed.<\/p>

\u201cYou what?\u201d Betsy new my voice but had never heard such urgency in its tone.<\/p>

\u201cI have gray hair! I was just at a stop light and I have gray hair!\u00a0Seven\u00a0<\/em>of them!\u201d<\/p>

I could hear Betsy yell to our 30-year-old co-worker Shawnita, \u201cIt\u2019s Kelly. She says she found seven gray hairs!\u201d Then I heard her laugh, \u201cYeh. She\u2019s freakin\u2019 out!\u201d<\/p>

Then turning her attention back to the phone, Betsy said calmly, \u201cIt\u2019s because of the stress you\u2019re under lately, Kelly.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cWill they go away when my stress goes away, Bets?\u201d I implored.<\/p>

\u201cNo. You\u2019ll just get more.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cGee, thanks Betsy!\u201d To add to my distress, Shawnita then informed me that she had more than seven gray hairs in her pubic area alone. Too much information! You get gray there, too? That certainly didn\u2019t make me feel any better.<\/p>

\u201cHow come no one has ever told me these things?\u201d I muttered to myself.<\/span><\/p>

Those seven gray hairs \u2013 The Beacon Seven \u2013 were becoming a menace and clouded my thinking. I parked my car and numbly walked into the dentist\u2019s office.<\/p>

As I lay back in the examining chair, my hair fell straight back. The hygienist positioned the bright light over my face and for a split second, I was sure I saw a look of alarm and repugnance in the eyes of the dentist and his assistant, as they were no doubt shocked by the Beacon Seven. Ashamed, I didn\u2019t dare mention them. Obviously, these professionals had learned to hide their disgust of such matters. Still, I\u2019m sure they were amazed that someone so terribly youthful \u2013 and blond \u2013 as I, could have these Seven mocking gray hairs. Yes, they were staring. I was sure of it.<\/p>

On my way home, I kept going over my options. For years, I had smugly said that I would dye my hair red,\u00a0should<\/em>\u00a0I ever get gray hair. I\u2019m blond, for Pete\u2019s sake! I thought blonds didn\u2019t get gray hairs. Then it hit me.\u00a0I am\u00a0not<\/strong>\u00a0getting gray hairs!\u00a0<\/em>No! Those Seven are just God-given platinum blond hairs filling in my natural ash and honey blond streaks. Yes, just platinum. They are the Platinum Seven. Whew! What a relief! No, blonds do not get gray hairs. I didn\u2019t think so.<\/p>

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