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| For the last 2-1/2 years I have rarely allowed my photo to be taken. That has ended. TAKEN: FEBRUARY 1st, 2024 |
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My travel buddy hubby and I
headed ten miles south with the pups yesterday, simply to get me out of the
house. I’d worked thirteen of the last fourteen days and needed a serious dose
of the bright chilly sunshine mother nature was serving up.
Once in the car, I started to
take some fun pics with the pups to show how they were 'helping me' ride shotgun. You can see the
outline of Katie next to my right shoulder, though she was cropped out of the selfie I am sharing. A selfie highlighting (no pun intended) my
current style of white.
Not looking to open the “you’re
lucky to have hair” dialogue again, as I was seen as a whiner when I posted
about my broken-hearted smile after Edwina Scissorhands had done the deed. I simply
wanted to share where I landed and say that this journey wasn’t an easy one.
It’s hard to believe that it has
taken me thirty months to get the point where I no longer add toner to my hair
or use root touch up. No matter what one does, when growing a colour out of
your hair, there is no easy short cut.
I have tried a few times to get
where I am today, but the line of demarcation has always had me folding like a lawn
chair and add a rinse to buffer reality. Though still blonde in hue, the white
has most certainly shown up to the party in a big way; and I am okay with it.
The truth is, last week, I opened
a box of that miracle box of goo, that miraculously blends away gray for about twenty
washes. As I finished my personal prep to start my anti-aging façade, I looked
in the mirror and put everything back into the box and back into my bathroom cabinet.
As I prepare to turn sixty in about sixty days, it is time to embrace a couple of realities that are surrounding me.
One, you’re only as old as you feel. And two, just in case I decided waffle on my decision, I have still have that opened box of goo to remind me that I promised myself not to hide anymore.
The third is critically the most
important of anything I have written here today.
When I flipped that box over, I
was elated by three amazing words…
MADE IN MEXICO!
Suck on that Donald Trump, you crazy, 'manifest destiny' chasing, kook!!
