Ombre hair with a side of greasy bangs

Ya know the moment where you see just how grown out your roots are, and immediately call your hairdresser, only to find out she can't drop the scissors she's holding and color your hair right then and there? 

That happened to me, oh, about 6 months ago.  And ya know what I did?  I didn't even call my hairdresser. Nope.  I just let it grow out.  Yep.  I just let.it.grow.out. 

For the first time since I was probably 15, I went to my natural color of "dirty blonde" aka light brown aka not really that blonde.  What I didn't expect was the feeling of utter freedom I had.  I wasn't going to let society's negative thoughts and dirty connotations ruin my self esteem.  I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and doggone it, people like me.  

Why is that?  I'd been brainwashed to think that I HAD to keep bleaching/coloring/weaving/foiling my hair to stay beautiful.  Just because my hair falls into a strange color palate between blonde and brown does not mean its not pretty, right?   

I recently talked to a friend that chopped her hair off, pixie style.  It looks super cute!  And if ya'll remember I did that too, about 2.5 yrs ago.  Its another form of hair freedom.  At some point, you just stop caring what others are going to think or say to you.  Cutting all your hair off is both figuratively and literally weight off your shoulders.  I felt that then, and I'm feeling it now.  

I'm O.K. with having light brown hair!  I'm no longer hiding the fact that I'm not a true blonde.  I'm no longer conforming to the blondes have more fun mentality.  

That was until I found a white hair on the top of my head.  Now, I would never have found this before, due to the constant bleaching of my roots.  The contrast between the light brown and the white hair was glaringly obvious to me in the mirror.  And my dear hottie hubs was trying to convince me it was the lighting. How sweet. Then he was trying to convince me it was just a blonde hair.  A really really really blonde hair.  Thanks sweets, but I plucked it out, and now its gone.

Now, I'm supposedly sporting the "ombre" look.  I like that we've given a nice name to the growing out stage.  It sounds really sophisticated and with purpose. I like having the slight remains of my blonde days hanging out by my chin.  It takes me back to the good ol days, when I was having so much more fun than I am now.  But one of these days it too will be gone, and I will join the ranks of the brunettes, if they'll have me.  They might not.  Then I'll try and convince the blondes that I'm really still a part of their team, just on the dirty team.  The one that doesn't wash their uniform because its bad luck, or more likely because they're too lazy.  The team that saves their $90 they would have spent on their roots, and goes and buys a keg for after the game. 


Yeah, I like the dirty blonde team.  They're fun. Can I be the captain?  




And now for a quick reminder of my hair from the last few years. 

Short and Blonde

Longer, blonde, with the other "blondes" in my life

You can barely see my blonde bun on the top of my head. 

(pssst. we all have pretty much the same color hair)

This is what it looks like most of time. 

Greasy and pulled back.

That is until I cut it off! 

I may have chosen a filter that makes it look blonder. 

And thats not my real facial hair. FYI

YARN BOMBING

Finally a post about something that I've actually sewn!  

I've done something I've been wanting to do for a long time.  Its not for everyone, and I'm ok with that.  I've had a few comments that were not so supportive, and I'm ok with that (now) too. 

"wow. you have a lot of time on your hands. you need kids." was the most recent comment. 

gee thanks. 

"you doing this so you can call yourself an artist?" 

ouch.

I guess I am trying to call myself an artist, but I don't feel like I had to try that hard, because I created something that I already LOVE to do.  And thats the great thing about art.  One person can think its utterly ridiculous and the next would pay a billion bucks for it. 

So, here's what I've been up to for the past month and a half every day after work and sometimes before work. 

I'm now officially a yarn bomber.  YAY!!!  

Lola really likes being near me. ALL THE TIME. 

Even if that means laying on a stair she barely fits on.

The bike. 

If you want to come check these out in person, DO IT! TONITE! 

Plus, if you needed ANY more persuasion, there's gonna be free wine, beer, appetizers, and live music. 

Northwest Media is a great place to start the Artwalk!  208 Main Street in Beautiful Downtown Lewiston! 

Facebook

I went on Facebook last night to post about finding my first grey hair on my head. Not cool right?  I knew I was going to find the bad side of growing my natural hair color out.  Except that the grey hair suddenly became very trivial.

Before I just posted away, a post by a longtime friend caught me totally off guard.  A childhood friend passed away and not many details are known.  All I know is that the funeral is Friday and the HH and I are going. 

As far back as my memory goes, I remember her.  We went to the same small Lutheran church.  We were in the same Sunday school class.  When we both were old enough to start piano lessons, we took them from my godmother, Sue Dole.  Sue always made piano lessons fun by having get togethers with her students.  We played spoons a lot. :)  We supported each other at every recital, every performance at the nursing homes.  

In high school I wouldn't say we were best friends, but we were both in band, and every one knows that in Clarkston, thats an awesome group to be a part of.  

I know she is in Heaven now.  Resting for eternity, maybe even playing piano for Jesus. 

You are loved and missed Megan. 

My baby

While plans for a human baby are still being worked out, I've had some moments with my furry baby that make me feel like a mom already.

For example, last night's thunder and lightning scared poor lil Lola Rae. So she did what any other child would do.  She came over to my side of the bed, nudged me awake and let me know she wanted on Mom and Dad's bed.  Before I could finish asking her if thats what she wanted, she jumped right up and snuggled me the rest of the night.

Its honestly times like those that makes me ok with my parental situation.  I know I'm gonna be a mom to a human someday.   I know that with all my heart.  But obviously its not happening right this second, week, or month. So instead of dwelling on that fact and spending all my time figuring out how we're going to make this all work, I'm gonna hang out with a 3 yr old that loves loves loves her mama.  She would sit in my lap, hang on my hip, and snuggle all day if she could.  I just have to look at her and she wags her tail.  When I scream or get hurt, she's right there trying to figure out how to comfort me.  

Its been documented (I say documented, because I'm still a skeptic) that when people have human babies, their furry babies take a backseat.  So for now, I'm going to let Lola sit in the front seat and be my co-pilot and mug on her day, because I can't imagine loving someone even more than I do my Lola Rae.   She really is the best. 

happy girl

*have you seen these glasses?  They were in my possession for all of 24 hours.