I already shared a wrap-up of this year’s Mary Blair March outfits, but I want to take a moment to look at the differences between March 1st and March 31st, even though I was wearing the same Harley planes print dress both days.
At the beginning of the month, I got a major haircut. Including BANGS. I can’t even remember the last time I had bangs, and while I’d been talking about doing it for months, I was pretty scared to actually go through with it, because I was worried I’d be be instantly filled with regret. But I LOVE them! I also had some ear piercings done early in the month. This is another thing I’ve thought about doing for a long time, and like the bangs, I’m glad I finally went through with it! I’m also really, really happy I had both things done before everything locked down, because who knows when I would have had another opportunity?
Obviously, the world we live in also changed a lot from March 1st to March 31st, to the point where it is now almost unrecognizable. Nothing is the same anymore. So I feel like these superficial, physical changes are a good metaphor for the events of 2020 so far, only mine are a lot more pleasant, with a lot less permanent ramifications!
It’s funny how much of a relief getting your hair cut can be. On Sunday morning, during church, I realized that I had had it with my hair. I’ve been growing it out, just so I could get the dyed, damaged ends all cut off at once. I had planned to wait another month or so, because I didn’t want my hair to be too short, but I couldn’t take it anymore. The damaged ends were scratchy, and I was tired of having two-toned hair. So I went directly from church to Great Clips, and had at least four inches cut off.
My sense of relief was immense. My hair immediately stopped annoying me. It’s back to being all one color, the ends are soft, and it’s not even that short! Which makes me wonder why I was trying to put off the inevitable in the first place…
So this happened today:
Last week, Bunny decided she wanted to get her hair cut short. She had talked about doing so last summer, because she was interested in donating her hair, but wasn’t totally sold on chopping it all off then. She was finally ready today, and in the end had a cute new hairdo and a nice long ponytail that was good for donation!
Chickadee has been having a fun time at Vacation Bible School this week!
Yesterday, she finally asked me to cut her hair. I love her new, short ‘do!
Today is World Autism Awareness Day, and, as always, I’m wearing lots of blue (including my freshly dyed hair) to “Light it up Blue” to shine a light on autism.
Did you wear blue today?
Purple is my favorite color. That’s not why my hair currently looks like this, though:
November is Epilepsy Awareness Month. Did you know that almost 3 million people in the United States have epilepsy, and 1/3 of them live with uncontrollable seizures because none of the available treatments work for them? I’m not claiming to be an expert about epilepsy and seizures…there’s much more that I don’t know, than what I do know. But, if I can do even a little thing like dyeing my hair to show support to families dealing with disorder, and help spread awareness, then at least I’m doing a little something. You can learn about epilepsy, and spread awareness, too!
In case you missed it, on New Year’s Day, I did this to my hair:
Bright colors like that don’t last long, however, so not too much time passed before I went with an all-over violet:
But, as is the case with all good things, that too came to an end, and more quickly than I expected, so now it’s back to normal, more or less:
If you’re keeping track, that’s three major dye jobs, and a serious hair-bleaching in about a month’s time, which is not ideal. I loved the dip-dye pink and purple, although after discovering how hard the bleaching process was on my hair, I don’t know that I’ll ever try something so extreme again, and if I do, it will be over my natural (kind of) color, not over bleached hair! I loved the violet, too, but it was definitely not worth the effort once I found out how quickly it washed out. I’m glad I did it all once, though, and even gladder that I have photographic evidence of it!