Yes, this means what you think it means...

My "I'm going grey quest" is at an end.

All on a rainy Saturday...

The apple orchard shivered:



The robin searched for lunch:



And Kel's grey hair screamed, "Holy shit,woman! Where'd you hide the dye?":

Grey update

Well, my husband's goatee only lasted for eight days, but I'm still going strong.

The deal: step one

Step one to growing out grey hair: a new haircut.

A free haircut (like this one) is the best kind. (Thanks Bec!)

A deal

My hubby is not a fan of facial hair. I don't mean on other guys; I'm sure he doesn't care one way or the other about that. Just on himself. Me...I like it. I've been after him for years to grow a beard, or at least a goatee. To no avail.

Over the past few days, my buddy J.C. has been using his 365 blog to chronicle the state of his facial hair growth. He likes it, his wife hates it. I showed said blog to my own hubby and he made me a deal. He'll grow a goatee if I stop coloring my hair and let it go au naturel (aka grey), a la Emmylou Harris.

I'll have to give this deal some careful thought. But, as you can see, I'll have to decide soon. If only I looked like Emmylou Harris, this would be much easier...