In my late 30s, I was sitting at work and looked in a mirror prior to going into a meeting. There on the top of my head was a silver hair shining like a beacon in the night. I started to pull it and heard my mother's voice in my head. "If you pull it, seven more will show up to mourn." I pulled it anyway. It was a popular hair as many more than seven showed up to mourn, so I started on two decades of coloring my hair. I honestly felt so betrayed. I had dark auburn hair all my life, and had been told for years that redheads never go grey. Liars!
When I had to get it touched up every two weeks, I decided to not color it anymore. My friend, who is also my hairdresser, scheduled me in to her shop at the end of the day. She attempted to remove the dye. My hair was blue, pink, green, aqua, etc. at different moments during this process. It was amusing. Especially when I went to work the following day and had teens make "polite" inquiries about my hair. "Did you mean to do this to your hair?" "Um....what color is it? Green? Blue?" "Nice mermaid style." And my favorite, "Yanno....I kind of like it. No. I really like it."
I am now totally grey. It's pretty silvery. I love it. Most women need to use dye to get this color! Still....redheads do get grey.