I'd been hiding my greys since my twenties, desperately covering every little strand as soon as it dared show its face. By the time I reached 48, I was dying the front of my hairline every 10 days, living in a constant cycle of touch-ups, root sprays and quiet frustration. And one day, I decided enough is enough.

I knew myself well enough to admit I didn't have the patience - or the desire - to sit through an 18-month grow-out. So, I found a grey blending specialist, Karla Osborne , who worked her magic and transformed my warm caramel locks into cool, silver strands in a single day.

At first, the feeling was pure relief. No more chasing roots. No more hiding under a hat. But then came the quiet questions... Did this mean I was getting old? Was I disappearing? Becoming one of those wome

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