Matching track suits? No, matching hair

Peg and I have always joked about getting older and having matching track suits (you know, the bulky sweat pants and hoodies with the ridiculous racing stripe down the pants). We're all about the matching hair. White, with streaks of whatever darker shades are left, swept alarmingly vertical. My full hair height has been mercifully cropped so as to not alarm the children in the audience.

Photo taken by Zoë, who was amused by the whole procedure.