I'm sure I've said this before, but I love to color my hair. It began when I wanted to go blond with all the other girls in my high school freshman class, but I get bored easily, so after I tired of blond I went red, then green--yes, that was an accident by a hair stylist. My hair is accidentally red in the picture here, but I kind of like it.
I found out, however, that since I'm going silver now, I might as well follow that natural change, so my hair stylist really hit the light blond. Yeah, really natural, huh? Then she went on maternity leave. Because I learned the hard way that I should never cut my own hair ever, ever again, I'm actually waiting until she returns before I get a cut, so now it's grown past my shoulders. The other day I was walking down the sidewalk in town and turned to see some young punk hanging out his window gawking at me. He probably wet himself after he saw my fifty-something face, but I was too busy laughing to notice. What is it about men and blond hair? Brother.
Mel is accustomed to my changes, but I knew I'd taken things a little too far one day when I went to meet him for lunch immediately after my stylist appointment, and he walked right past me in his search for me. Didn't even look my way. And I thought I looked pretty good. So I keep trying. Maybe someday I'll catch his attention.
So that's what I like to change a lot, as well as style of glasses, clothes, makeup, as most of you probably already know. But I'd love to know about you. How many colors and styles has your hair been in, say, the past five years? What's your clothing style? How do you dress up for a night on the town? Have you ever thought about making a quick change? Getting a new kind of trim? Cutting your hair short or letting grow out longer than usual? Getting a mohawk or a bowl cut? Have you ever gone to a hair studio where they actually match your bone structure and hair type to the right hair cut?
And speaking of changing hair styles, our Diann wins the award for changes and bravery. Please continue to pray for her.
Labels: Hair change, Having fun, trying new things
My kids had never been skiing before this past winter. I don't know why we never took them. We thought about it when they were young, but it just seemed like a lot of work to keep 3 little kids on their feet when we weren't so, well, accomplished ourselves.
So in November when Chad called from school and asked if he could stay after for the ski club, my first words were, "Well, don't you have to be an, um, skier for that?"
Apparently not, and he talked Justin into joining the ski club's first trip of the year. It was all downhill after that. Literally.
They wanted to ski after Christmas, they wanted to go skiing with friends, and then we won a trip to a ski resort in Michigan. Trevor also fell in love with skiing and now they can all ski circles around Kevin and me--not that that's saying much. They're already requesting skis for their birthdays this year and asking when we can go skiing next year.
This winter Trevor also took up the electric guitar. Since then, he's spent every waking, non-school, non-skiing hour playing guitar. The kid can play! Who knew?
I guess what I learned this winter is not to be afraid to try new things. You never know what fun you might be missing. What new things have you tried lately? Did it turn out to be a good thing or a disaster?
Labels: guitar, Skiing, trying new things
I'm sure I've said this before, but I love to color my hair. It began when I wanted to go blond with all the other girls in my high school freshman class, but I get bored easily, so after I tired of blond I went red, then green--yes, that was an accident by a hair stylist. My hair is accidentally red in the picture here, but I kind of like it.
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