Changes

Who would have ever thought we would have a winter as mild as this one has been?  I know its not over yet, but, this has been truly unusual.  I haven’t really decided if I am happy or not about it.  If I had known in advance, there may be some things I would have planned a bit differently than how I actually spent my January, and this much of February. 

One thing I would not have changed is the amount of time I have had to spend with my kids and their families.  Having a new baby keeps one family a bit closer to their home, and another expecting her baby any day brings so much excited anticipation.  The son and his fiance are getting their next phase, the wedding, planned and organized.  Even with all those “goings on” there has been much time spent together, and that’s a good thing.  There’s a lot going on in my little corner! 

So, I decided to shake things up a bit and had my hair cut shorter this week.  I’m not sure I’m 100% in to it but its only hair, right? I found myself remembering about those days when I was younger, with friends who were obsessed with their hair.  Were you one of those girls? Or were you like me, a bit more cavalier about the whole hair thing? Keep it clean and brushed, and you are good to go?  As a teenager, I had friends who were in tears over too short bangs or a tease job gone wrong.  

Last week a relative posted a picture of herself and a return to her naturally curly hair.  She’s been straightening it for years.  I remember her older sisters with irons...literally ironing their hair, on an ironing board.  You see, my cousins really had some curl.  They also use to roll it on cleaned out frozen orange juice cans...never could find rollers big enough for their needs.  I don’t know if they cried over their curls as I didn’t see it, but, I bet there was a level of frustration there that I could not do justice in the retelling!  

Actually,  hubs has naturally curly hair, too.  He would work to straighten his hair, and that’s what I met.  But, I saw pictures of his wild, crazy hair and tried to place the guy I was just getting to know into that scene.  He was a bit buttoned up you see so it was hard to tie the two together.   Shortly after we started dating, he went golfing with a friend, and it rained.  He came in with his hair sticking out all over his head.  I thought it was adorable, and much easier than what he must have been going through every morning.  I convinced him to let it go “natural” and since it was the days of disco and bell bottom pants, he looked just right.  

I’ve tried different things with my hair over the years ~ perms, dyes and cuts.  I have tried getting my hair to do something it doesn’t naturally want to do, like curl.  I am the opposite of my cousins and hubs in that department...but I tried. I’ve always thought “Why not?” and hear the words of my dad in my head “Nothing between a good haircut and a bad haircut but 3 days” so would be game for almost anything.  

I have never been a blonde...