I got my hair cut today. (All of them, as my father likes to add.) It’s an every-six-weeks-or-so, get-out-of-the-house-for-hour-and-back-as-quickly-as-possible ritual. My sweet hubby watches the Munchkin, and it has to be timed just right – he must be fed, awake, and alert enough to survive the hour without Mommy. On a couple such outings, I’ve received the text, “Time’s up,” which means the hour has devolved into a desperate attempt to calm a shrieking puddle of goo in the shape of a normally contented and happy baby. Today held no such tears, thank goodness. He did great while I was gone, which amazed me – perhaps we are moving into a new phase, where I can be out of the house for, say, an hour *and a half* before the tears begin. We shall see.
On the day we took our son home from the NICU, I had a short break between feedings mid-day, and raced over to a salon that someone recommended. “Cut it off,” I announced. “All of it. I want it gone.” And the awesome stylist turned me into a Carey Mulligan pixie. I loved it. But it was still under its mask of Excellence #5G.As the hair color began to grow out over a matter of weeks, my newfound greyness really bugged me. Each time I looked in the mirror, I felt older. It didn’t help that I was completely sleep deprived, and the bags under my eyes had darkened to deep violet. There was no time to take 40 minutes to color it myself, so I asked my friends, via FB, if I should figure out a way to dye it again, or go all-out Jamie Lee Curtis. The vote came back overwhelmingly for JLC.Now, I suspected that most of the folks who weighed in were people who wouldn’t do it themselves; just wanted to see someone else go through it. 😉 But, voyeurs or not, I decided to give it a go. And surprisingly, I’m actually starting to like it. The first haircut where I saw a completely white clump of hair fall into my lap was a shock (pun intended), but today, four haircuts later, it wasn’t so bad. The hairs are actually pure white, not grey – I have two streaks of white, one where my part is, and another on the opposite side. My temples are pure white, as well. The rest of my hair is salt and pepper. It’s a nice pattern. The section where my hair is parted I’m now calling my “firework.”
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Very Pretty lady..