Showing posts with label hairstyles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hairstyles. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 03, 2014

Hyperopia, Middle Age, Roots, Reese and Seafoam Green


I don't really *need* these glasses, unless I'm driving or watching TV. I have great up-close vision for a soon to be 52-year-old, no having to extend my arms as I read, etc. But if I correct my vision for distance with contacts, it throws off up-close business. VERY frustrating. I tried bifocal contact lenses, but I don't think I wore them enough at one time to trick my brain into accepting them, so I have these cheapies for distance only. Therefore, while other middle agers are toting reader-cheaters on neck chains, I'm often wearing driving glasses on my head like sunglasses.

I may have cheated middle age out of hyperopia, but I was not successful at dodging gray hair. One advantage to keeping hair light blonde is that the grays are camouflaged somewhat. But I still have dark roots, too. Right now, I'm in an 8 week wait period for doing my roots. I can barely take it because I usually jump on those roots right away. I was telling my friends about my hair color hiatus, and they said, "No worries, dark roots are 'in.'" They are?

So I was Googling some celebs to show my friends what my roots look like, and I saved these pics of Reese Witherspoon on my phone in order to send my friends the pics.

A few days later, JRoo was looking at my phone pics. We always play the game, "Who is that?" and she answers. (She's 19 months now.) Imagine my surprise when Reese popped up in the middle of our family photos. I had forgotten I saved her.

 On a whim, I asked, "Who is that?" and she replied, "Nana!" before I could finish asking.

Why, THANK YOU, dearest  little granddaughter. I will take that--Reese Witherspoon!

I guess all blondes look alike, ha ha.

On the subject of color, I'm really liking a shade of green I know as "seafoam," which is not mint green, but you can't tell the difference between the two on Pinterest; people seem to think they're interchangeable. It's not turquoise or teal, either; it's not mint or jade. It's like sea glass to me. Or Coke glass (what?):

I like this green with coral and intend to re-paint walls of a bedroom to turn it into an exercise room for this winter. How's that for thinking ahead?  

What colors are you into now, hair or decor?



Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Multiple Bang Style Personality Disorder



I'd like to show you the only movie star with whom I'll ever have a physical trait in common: Carole Lombard, who also was a Hoosier, by the way.

I bet you can guess what it is. It's certainly not a smoldering, sexy glare, now, is it.

It's that thing. That billboard over my eyes. "The Lombard," as I call it. I've disliked it all my life, along with other facial things (long nose, huge nostrils, moon face). In photos, I literally have to have George place his head BEHIND my head so that I don't appear to be two inches from the camera while he is at normal range. He knows the drill: we get a photo, he backs up a smidge.

 My head has always been big.


                             Exhibit A: Baby picture.
                   Dang. How did my neck hold that up?                                                                    

Normally, I wear bangs of some kind. Lately I've been sporting what would normally be a heavy, blunt bang, except 14 hairs that make up bangs can never look heavy:

But then I started to feel like I was reincarnating this:

I think I look rather pensive for a second grader, don't you? I was probably dreaming of being the line leader again, the best classroom job ever.

I'm not big on side swept bangs for myself. I think it reminds me of 8th grade. Yikes.



George never has much to say about what I wear or how I wear my hair. I just can't get an honest opinion out of him. In 29 years of marriage, the only preference he ever uttered was that he liked me with bangs better than without.

So I guess that's another reason I've kept the fringe.

But I just can't settle the issue, and every day of my life, I decide to let them grow out and then promptly trim them. Anyone else have Multiple Bang Style Personality Disorder?