I have mixed feelings about coloring my hair. I loved the rich brown I had into my 30s, but as I aged, I noticed the inevitable gray hairs coming in. My dad, who had beautiful black hair, silvered very gracefully, first with a shock at his forehead, then the silver spread very evenly over his head, making him very distinguished. I, too, have that shock of silver in the front, but the rest of my hair is fading to the dishwater gray-brown that my mother ended up with. So, I enhance nature. I color to keep the richer brown of 20-some years ago, and tolerate the lighter shock up front that no amount of color seems to be able to cover completely. A generous friend says I'm channeling my inner Bonnie Raitt. I'll take it. I think she's beautiful.
A very good friend of mine in her 70s has a glorious mane of curly hair, now more white than anything else. She says she started turning in her 20s. She was in Asia a few years ago, and the waitress at the restaurant where she was having dinner commented to her (talk about no filters) that she had "old hair-- young face," which amused us all, but the idea (mine anyway) is to not put forth the opposite.