At age 14 I took my mother to task for dying her hair - why not grow old gracefully, I sniffed. Wise woman that she was, her response was for me to wait and see what I decided to do when I reached my 40's. Well, I was a henna queen for a while. As the grey came in, henna meant I had bright orange streaks, which I didn't like. I began to have my hair coloured every 6 weeks when it's cut. The same person has done my hair for 27 years, we continue to discuss when I'll stop having colour on it, and let the grey come through. He says now isn't quite the right time - so there we are then! I love the trend towards older women letting their silver/grey come through, and will no doubt join the clan at some point. Mum continued to colour her hair until her death. As infirmity began to set in, I was designated to wash and roller her hair every Sunday, and every 4 - 6 weeks I'd put a colour on it. Two days before she went into the nursing home where she died 3 weeks later, she insisted I do her hair. When I said maybe it wasn't top of the agenda that day, she told me firmly it was top of her agenda, and if I wouldn't do it, she'd do it herself. So, I did it. We're all different thankfully