Posts Tagged ‘hair’

The Grey Ghost

Thursday, February 4th, 2010

As some of you know, I am growing out my gray hair. Now that it is growing out, it isn’t as gray as my stylist and i had originally thought it would be, and the growing out has not been as traumatic for me as I thought it would be. That being said, every time I see someone with a great new do and new color (I’m looking at you, Linda Vallance!), then I get a little itchy to go buy a box of color and go crazy.

That being said, I have gone this far now, I cannot turn back. I feel certain that I will end up dying it again later, because let’s be honest, all it takes is one moment of weakness to fall right back into the vicious cycle. And if there is one thing I am, it is weak-minded.

So, here is your grey ghost update:

Gray I

Gray II

There you have it. It ain’t pretty, but it isn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I still have my color on the lower half of the strands, and I’m not ready to go short yet, and cut off all the color. But I do like that I said I was going to do it and I stuck with it. So far.

A Picture Says a Thousand Words

Thursday, September 24th, 2009

And this one pretty much sums up the kind of day I had. . . .

"Mama? I used the scissors to cut my hair."

What Am I? Fifteen Years Old?

Tuesday, May 8th, 2007

I got mad at my hair yesterday. I should say that over the past month or so, I have become increasingly dissatisfied with the gnarled knots I have to untangle every day in the shower. I haven’t had a haircut in . . . well, I don’t remember the last time I had my hair cut. I don’t know why it is, except that one can’t very well walk into a salon with two kids and spend hours having a cut and color, so I have just given up on my hair. My life is a constant vying of interests, hobbies, and duties for my precious time, and, well, I’m just not a very vain person. Proud to a fault, yes. Vain about my physical appearance? Not really. My hair gets short shrift every time. Not that I don’t like having a new cut and color. I love it. But i hate the time involved in the process, so it gets pushed to the back burner and neglected for months on end.

Except that maybe I haven’t given up at all. With due respect to my stylist, Robin, who is first and foremost my friend, I have to say that I didn’t do a bad job with a pair of kitchen scissors and my own two hands.

Who is snickering right now?

The funny thing is, almost every girl I know has done this at one time or another, but most of them grew out of it in high school. Not me. I wait till the day before I start my period (coincidence? I think not) and then I grab the scissors. I don’t know why, but i don’t have a fear of my hair looking stupid. If anything, I kind of relish the thought of the change, good or bad.

It really doesn’t look bad, though. I whacked off about three inches (I am guessing), and since I have curly hair, I can get away with it. Todd didn’t even notice that I had cut it at first (men!) and then when he did, he didn’t realize it was an autostyle. He is going to have to clean up a couple locks in back, but he has been doing my color in a box for the last 6 months or so. I think he can handle it.

And it cost me nothing. I am the master miser.

The Lionhead Files

Tuesday, January 23rd, 2007

Lisa’s Birthday, 1977
Originally uploaded by AnnieATL.

My sister, like me, had really curly hair as a kid. My cousins and I made merciless fun of her. She cried. Lots. Those were good times.

I have created a Flickr set of pictures of her as a kid when she was rocking the lion’s mane. I call it The Lionhead Files.

The identity of the Lionhead has been revealed.