Yesterday I was cautiously walking around in my local grocery store noticing many changes since the Rona swirled in and changed our lives. Of course we all know the obvious changes by now- social distancing, plastic up protecting check out workers, gloves, masks, and one I was shocked with- NO FLOUR! But aside from those changes, another change I noticed was people with past due hair appointments. In our house we are all past due on hair cuts and colors- except my husband who shaves his head. Graciously (not) my boys like to tell me when it's time to get my hair done- and it's way past time. I like to call those (gulp) grays- sparkles.. They are my sparkles and boy am I sparkling right now. Over the past few days I've been reading on mainstream news about women who are embracing their gray. Good for them- I haven't wanted to embrace my sparkles until the Rona hit. Previously, I was so embarrassed about these sparkles, and if truth be told, I'm still quite embarrassed. To post a picture of my sparkles and flakes on my site would NEVER have occurred before the Rona.
A few days ago I was sharing my next blog post with a few of my friends ( less than 5 and 6 feet apart). Most of us are in the same boat with the sparkles. They shared some ideas about their hair care and how they are dealing with the sparkles. One of my friends uses a tinted spray to cover the sparkles, another has a powder, and one may think about box color. My response was- I think I'm going to just let it go. Gasp- let it go and grow! Why? I'm typically not a person who must wave a sign and get others to join my cause or agree with me. I quietly hold my opinions and causes- for the most part- to myself and my closest friends and family. This Sparkle Issue is my proverbial sign. I'm wearing a sign, on my head, every day that says- STAY HOME! It's uncomfortable and it's aging and it's difficult- but it's necessary. I'm not judging anyone who box colors or cuts their own hair or their child's hair- I'm not a judgy person, but for me- I'm going with the sparkles. When you think of the word sparkles- what do you think about? I think about celebrations and light and hope. Sparkles remind me of what our Christmas tree looked like when I was younger. A full tree of tinsel. That's what I am- a tinsel, sparkling tree. Standing in the storm of the Rona that WILL end and so with it- the sparkles- maybe. Who knows- maybe I'll like the sparkles, but one thing is for sure.... I can be a sparkle. I can choose to bring light, celebrations and hope to my family and friends when we are all looking for a little light.
Sparkle On my friends- Sparkle On!!
Much love and gratitude
This is the Year.....
I've never written a blog- never considered writing one, but I'm feeling compelled. Why? Well, I think this would be a great place to blog my forty ninth year. Yep- 49. I keep telling everyone that I am having a hard time with this age, but the person who I feel the worst for is my mom. She will have a daughter, that in 2020 will turn 50.