I think I’m starting to get obsessed with the gray haired girl in my neighborhood. I spied her on the subway platform last week and realized she’s really not that gray, no more than 20%, probably 28-29 years old and that she was wearing all gray again (a knit ‘60s-ish shift with big buttons and an asymmetrical fold-down collar) so apparently that is her thing. She is owning it.
Yesterday, she randomly got on the elliptical trainer directly in front of me at the gym and I noticed she punched in 30 as her age. I wasn’t trying to stare but the information was right in front of me, that’s why I always leave mine on the default age 35, 150 pounds. I don’t need any Carroll Gardensers in my business. I felt better about her not being in her 20s. Then again, I’m also starting to realize that 30 is pretty young. Of course you don’t know that when you’re 30. I wonder if she will still be owning this look at 40.