Karolien Taverniers

In a blink I thought I saw a silver hair. I wasn’t sure, but hey, let’s face it: I am 38! People often think that I dye my hair. Nope. I take after my dad. He only became really grey at sixty.

So I started searching, got a hold of the ole nasty hair, grabbed it and pulled it out to inspect it properly. Good greeves: there it was for real: Shiny and silverish. If felt like the moment I lost my first milktooth…