I dyed my hair for the last time in March of 2014. And then I stopped. No more dying, I was done.
I have attempted to forgo hair color many times…but then I’d chicken out and I would go back to the bottle. This time, I committed. It is now April 2015 and I am a year into my Going Grey Adventure.
Some things I have discovered/learned along the way.
I love my grey, or rather white, hair.
I wish I had committed earlier
I wish I never dyed my hair to begin with..that’s another story
It takes a lot longer than I thought it would to grow out the dye…a year in and I’m only half way there.
No one really cares what hair looks like…or maybe I just don’t really care what people think about my hair.
IT’S JUST HAIR
none of these pictures are pictures are very flattering or even a really accurate look at my progress. Another thing I learned is that I wasn’t really good at dying my own hair. The under layers of my hair weren’t dyed as much and there is more grey there now. (YAY) . Also, my grey, really it’s white, follows sort of the area like that of male pattern baldness. Which is really cool for me..because I’m not bald, just white haired. I also have my lovely streak of white in the front, which I’ve had and loved and for a long time and have been missing. Why oh why did I cave to those who pushed me to dye? My natural hair is also so much darker than my dyed hair.
I’ve contemplated chopping it all off..I did chop off a good 4 inches last June. But I am not ready to give my long hair dream…we’ll see. I’ve had super short hair before and love the versatility..but short hair requires more maintenance believe it or not..constant trims..and I just rather have the ease of care I have right now. I do need a really haircut though..I gave myself my last haircut. I need some styling help.
I have contemplated blogging about my hair adventure for awhile and didn’t do so for many reasons. I finally decided I really wanted some record of this for me. So here it is.
I’ve been keeping busy…regular walks with Luka, dancing, mahjong, work, reading, crafting.
Keeping busy is good for my soul. Today, despite the weather, Luka and I headed out to Randolph for a short hike.
The colors of this season are my favorite..pale blue-greys, golden yellows, bold reds.
Luka was beyond excited. She ran twice as far as I walked, at least.
I reflected on how happy I am to be here. I have friends and lots to do. My home is beautiful and I like my job. I’ve got CPB with me and he supports all my desires for fun. Life is good.
Luka and I have been walking every day, sometimes twice, on the trails behind our home. Spring is here. I love being in a place with distinct season. The timing of the season allows us to savor and really appreciate what is unique and wonderful about each one.
Before my walk I read an article about the Dalai Lama.He was asked what the meaning of life was,; he answered “happiness.” Determining what happiness is each of ourselves is the hard part.
On my walk this morning I thought about what happiness is to me. Here’s my little list:
not feeling anxious
being outside with no limit on my time
seeing my dog happy
seeing the people around me happy, especially my children and my husband
feeling appreciated..appreciating myself
dancing…dancing makes me really happy
finishing unfinished projects (actually it’s more like having no unfinished projects)
Today my laundry is on the line..I’m going off to paint and do some yoga..I am happy.
walked out my front door with Luka and took a lovely afternoon walk.
I feel so lucky to live where I do
I am grateful that I can walk straight into the White Mountains from my neighborhood.
and happy I can make my pup happy too
There is an abandoned or at least, uncared for, property along Route 2. There is a single white home with pine tree shutters and a field with 4 or 5 small cabins that are standing against all odds. In its heyday it must have been very cute. If I had all the money in the world, I would fix this place up and others like it, restoring the lost charm and dignity. There are curtains in the windows of some of the cabins..it’s amazing that a curtain rod is still able to be held in place, even enough to keep the curtain right where it should be.
The temperatures have warmed and the snow has melted enough to allow for an easy outing Luka. When my dear pup saw me pull out my hiking boots she nearly lost her mind with excitement…truly. Poor thing. I will have to prepare us both better for next winter so that we can get out of the house and into the winter woods.
Mud and bug season is soon to come. My first since moving to New Hampshire. I don’t mind the mud…but the bugs, they’re another story.
I hate those little black ones that just seem to find any skin you haven’t covered, like your eyes, nose, and ears. I am also nervous about ticks. I really hate the idea of a bug latching on to you and sucking your blood…plus there’s Lyme Disease, which is hard to diagnose and treat in timely fashion.
But I love the forest and time spent in them with Luka, so I’ve got to deal.
A little catch up as my blogging has been sporadic. My art came down from the Gallery at WREN. I sold three pieces..I would have certainly liked to have sold more, but I am happy to have sold the pieces I did. As always I was surprised what sold and what didn’t.
I am at last working my new job and my new job only, which I love. I love the people I work with. I really love that I can leave my work AT work…not taking it home.
The veganism has been harder than I hoped, but I am still committed. I have been tired lately, fighting a cold and an allergic reaction to something ( I suspect lemons) which has caused a rash. I am ready to be fully healthy and strong again.
Other than that…life goes on.
pure effortless love
without agenda or thought
single minded heart
I’ve been and off and on vegetarian for my adult life. I am not sure what finally made it sink in now, finally click. But I can no longer eat animals. Can’t. Won’t. I wish I could have figured it out sooner.Maybe the video below is what helped me. (It’s not an awful slaughterhouse video, just a lovely mother cow wanting to love her baby)
Mother cow hides calf
This an acrylic and oil pastel piece I completed at a Sip and Craft event at the WREN Makersspace studio in Berlin. I really love it and am inspire to paint more landscapes as well as use more mediums.
oil and acrylic on canvas
I’m still working on this guy but I like how he’s coming along already.