Often my problem with the blog is finding something to say:
Blog Date 21389 – still live a boring life
But right now I have things to say! I have new pictures! I have Mocksgiving redux! I have last night’s rather intense Presbytery meeting and thoughts inspired therein. I have a report back on how to report sermons and get the podcastified. Thane learned a new word!
Look at that! That’s like two weeks worth of posts! All worthwhile! Content ho!
But is that what I want to talk about? Nahhhhhh….
What I really want to talk about is my hair. I used to be blonde.
Here’s a picture of me taken under my dorm window at Blacksmith, freshman year of college. I was 18. (I’m in the middle wearing a silk tank top and black skirt).
That was purely natural hair. It hadn’t been cut in years. I certainly didn’t dye it or style it or anything. That was my hair color.
Flash forward to now.
My hair has darkened from truly and honestly blonde to a sort of chestnut. As if that’s not bad enough, it’s chestnut with (ahem) gray streaks in it. Or, perhaps given their source, Grey streaks.
In addition to totally changing colors, my hair has thickened considerably. Back in that collegiate photo, my hair was quite fine and on the thin side. Now my hair is very heavy and thick. Towards the end of my pregnancy, even with super-duper rubber bands I couldn’t put it up in a pony tail. It would just drag it down. I can’t really use most barrettes anymore (and I like using barrettes to pull my hair back).
I have declared Saturday “Brenda is Fabulous” day. It begins at 1:30 with a bra fitting After nearly five years of I’m pregnant, no I’m nursing, no I’m weaning, no I’m trying to get pregnant, etc. ad nauseum (no really — there was lots of nauseum involved) I’m finally planning on a permanent single-occupancy body. I actually threw away all my regular bras when I got knocked up, because I knew otherwise I’d never get around to getting ones that actually, you know, fit. It’s been like two months since I last nursed, so…. it’s time.
Then at 4 pm I’m going to go see Dale (I always want to call his partner Chip, but I suspect that would be rude) and get my hair cut. Or something.
But oh! What the heck am I going to ask for? Something fashionable and current? Something classic and elegant? A mohawk? And what about colors? Do I do anything with the gray? Do I age gracefully? Do I do an at-home wash? Do I get highlights? Will I keep them up if I get them? Do I just ignore the issue for another few years? What am I trying to look like?
What do you think?