Cee’s Thots

I’m not sure how I feel about this whole ‘fashion forward’ trend that the stars are doing. Have you heard they are turning perfectly nice brown hair, gray? Yes, GRAY. They like the pretty metallic colors. They say it ‘looks deceptively low maintenance’ however it’s a continual upkeep. Here is the article from USA Weekend Magazine.

Hmm…well, from MY viewpoint, MY gray IS low maintenance. It’s natural. I’ve done the whole ‘wash that gray right outa my hair’ thing for about a decade. Every time my hair would ‘go natural’ I’d feel a bit depressed at the ever increasing silver in my hair. The upkeep for staving off the metals was not worth my depression every time I had to ‘do the roots’. So I gave up.

Since my hair is dark brown, those white strands just scream out “she’s old-old-old” like a lighthouse in the night gleams out for ships and boats, saying, ‘danger, ship wreck ahead!’ My husband, on the other hand, has just ‘faded to silver’ from red. Nobody really noticed the neon shutting down from his head. Now he looks distinguished, where I look … old… sigh…

This past year I have patted myself on the back, for the courage I felt I displayed, as I kept my hair natural while it has grown back from the terrible thinning out it did, due to the lupus flair last fall. I’ve been rewarded with streaks. Thick streaks. Yes, four.thick.streaks. to be exact. One on each temple, and two in the back that I do my best to blend in when I can. The ones near my temples laugh and glimmer at me in the mirror each day as I style my locks.

My gray to natural color ratio is about 45% now. I’m doing my best to accept this gray gracefully. I really am. However I do get a panic feeling every so often, that I’m closer to 50 than 40 and that’s ever closer to 100, when I look in the mirror.

And I still don’t know how to feel when I pick beautiful silvery white hairs out of my brush, or I see white hairs slipping off my hands when I wash my hair in the shower. It’s all so disorienting, to be honest.

So you can understand my confusion at younger starlets wanting what I’m trying to accept. Even paying money to keep their hair looking like gleaming metals. It doesn’t make sense.

I guess it’s true what they say: People want what they don’t have….

Ahh… August in the desert… the part of the south west summer that is hardest to endure is upon us.

Non relenting heat.

The lows are near 90 degrees and it literally feels like the heat presses down on a person as they trudge outdoors in the afternoon.

Everything is hot. Even the cold water comes out of the faucet warm.

Molten seat belts will brand an irreverent person who isn’t paying attention as they climb into their car.

This is when I hear the most whines about how hot it is and will it ever cool down. Not the stuff for whimps and chumps, this desert summer.

But its my favorite time of year, tho.

I’d rather have to deal with this type of heat for a couple of months than to have to scrape ice in the winter.

My bones don’t ache in the heat. I don’t have to worry about slipping on ice when it’s this hot, either. Bones this age don’t like to fall. Trust me, I tried it back in May and it about did me in!

Time to refill my iced tea glass and grumble about the electric bill.

Till next time- keep cool!