A Short Meditation on Going Gray

This morning I considered, for about sixty seconds, letting my hair go gray.  Let's call it a Dorian Gray moment.

 If I were to go gray, I would have to start wearing inexpensive jeans bagging in the butt, organic cotton turtle necks (turtle neck.  I'm creeping myself out) in mauve or pea green;    a pink breast cancer awareness ribbon; a woven Fair Trade handbag from Peru, and dangly earrings from Zimbabwe made from recycled aluminum cans .  In a moment of joie d vivre I might be tempted to purchase a pair of R. Crumb slide-on Vans.

 I'm not ready.