Old Hag

The other day I found three gray hairs on my head. I’ve had the odd gray hair since my 20s, but those were just half-gray (what we call “tóc sâu”, literally “bug-eaten hair”, in Vietnamese). This is the first time I found full-length, completely silver hairs from root to tip. I’m not worried, though. I inherit my dad and my grandmother’s hair, meaning I’m not going to go fully gray until my 70s. Besides, I don’t mind gray hair. If anything, I’m actually looking forward to having gray hair and being properly old. As long as I can keep reasonably healthy (*knocks on wood*, but with my terrible genes, who knows), I plan to fully embrace being a crazy, “get off my lawn” type of old lady. I mean, there’s a reason I took my style inspiration from Miss Marple. Take this outfit, for example. It wouldn’t look out of place on the old nemesis herself.