I love the gal who cuts my hair. She is tall, thin, elegant and blonde. Everything I always wanted to be and never was. I used to dislike people like that, just on principal. However since she was wielding a comb and messing with chemicals near my face I thought I would put my malice aside for the day. She is, after all, a genius.
I have been frustrated with the gray in my hair for years. Thanks to my lovely silver haired mother (and her mother and her mother...etc ) my hair is more than 50% silver at 43 y/o. The hair growing in at my temples is 100% silver.
I have been coloring my hair for years. Once every six weeks I lock myself in the bathroom, change into a threadbare house coat mix up the purple potion and slap it on my head. Woe is the person who knocks on the door during the 45 minutes of hair color exile. The kids better be bleeding profusely or missing a limb to justify interrupting my dye job.
No matter how pretty it is the week or two after - it eventually grows out. I hate it when it grows out. I end up with a white strip down the middle of my head, just like a skunk.
I feel older than dirt when I look in the mirror and see that.
It was time to bite the bullet and accept my gray. The skunk stripe was only going to get worse.
Back to my hairdresser. She is a genius - she told me how we were going to color my hair so that it will camouflage the grow out. She spent 2.5 hours delicately selecting hair with the heaviest concentration of gray - and then foiled that hair platinum blond - so it looks silver. (Does that make sense?). Since I had so much color on my hair the silver/blond is lighter at the roots - which is okay with me. Now as my hair grows out she will continue with the silver/blond gradually less and less until it is grown out.
You would think with all the technology we have in this world, someone would figure out how to color hair gray? Apparently you cannot do it...you can remove color and put a gray 'rinse' on it, but the gray will not hold and washes out quickly. How frustrating. So you have to go blonde....
It is different and will take some getting used to. I scared the hell out of myself in the mirror this morning. I have never been blonde, or white. Just red or brown.
I kinda like it. Once I stop freaking myself out....
Tomorrow, I promise I will write about the dogs & sheep.
Brynn says it is about time...
She thinks I am a freaky silver haired woman.
But I give her sheep, so she wisely sheep keeps her opinions to herself.
Who is this fluff ball of adorable?
Click her for Twix's Bio
Twix came into rescue after her former owner accidently ran her over with an ATV. Her leg was fractured beyond repair. Her owners asked the vet to put her down - instead the vet elected to save her life. He amputated her leg & called Border Collie Rescue.
Sometimes you see God through simple acts of kindness. I would like to give that vet a big hug.
Twix is a serious little girl. She enjoyed watching the dogs work sheep.
She is very talkative. She reminds me of both Beth and Brynn - rolled into one.
She is tri-color like Brynn with Beth's ears. How cute is that?
I think I am in love. I know my friend Cindy is in love with Twix too...but Vicki is mean and won't let either of us have her. I have tried to talk her into it. I even said I would trade in Ranger.
But mean Vicki said no. She says Twix needs to go to a home where she is going to be the center of someone's world. She is too special to share.
Is dog napping illegal?