Project hair and all that jazz
Crazy busy this morning. My husband is away so it’s just little old me to get things organised for the day at Duart Lodge. So the day started with numerous cups of un-touched tea, half eaten breakfast and a fight with the printer this morning to get my son’s English essay printed – all this before 7.30.
Things calmed down a bit after Spencer left for school and I stepped up to the mark and got on with my caring responsibilities. Breakfast to be organised for my mother in law, medicine to be dispensed and lunch organised. Why is it when you drop toast it always lands marmalade side down?
Getting dress in the morning however is a doddle for me now. My new bedroom doesn’t have the sloping roof the study/bedroom has so at least I’m not in danger of knocking myself senseless as I try to make myself look presentable for the day. Hey I even managed a bit of make-up this morning.
In truth I’ve been making a bit more of an effort on the ‘making myself presentable for the day’ front. I figured that as I was seriously embarking on my grey period then at least if things drastically unravel I’ll have a bit of lippy on.
As I inspected my efforts I was pleased to note that I didn’t look half bad. Even with my grey hair starting to make an appearance it didn’t look too obvious as I stood in front of the bedroom mirror. Things changed however about half an hour later as I sat at the traffic lights though.
It seems that my nice soft bedroom lighting is hiding a multitude of sins – or at least a multitude of grey hair. As I glanced in the rear view mirror the sharp Scottish morning light did something magical to my hair – and not in a good way. There it was, no mistake, threatening evidence of what is ahead of me.
Now don’t get me wrong I don’t mind the grey, but this in-between bit might be tougher than I thought. What to do? Well I could give up and just by the hair dye. Then I thought about Caridwen, my hair buddy, growing her hair in post chemo. I checked myself for lolling in such vanity, put on a CD and sang along to this…..
Needless to say after singing along and doing a bit of car dancing I felt 100 times better.
As I arrived at work it seemed that the Universe might have picked up on my maudlin mood. My wee office in the Community Complex, due to be the site of numerous kids Christmas parties, has been magically transformed into Santa’s Grotto. So here I sit, looking like a happy grey elf, surrounded by tinsel and fake snow.
Thank you Universe – you cheered me up no end – let the fun commence 
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You cheer me up no end… Hope to email you later. xxx Did you read my post ’72 hours to shoot the computer’?
Lots of love
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I’ll certainly check out your post. I should point out that this post is ALL true. I am actually sitting here in the grotto
That’s right! No dye! No dye for six months!
) Singing and dancing, however, are ALWAYS acceptable behaviors under any circumstances! 
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I promise, I promise….. I’m sticking with it
Hope your grotto was a pretty grotto and not a grotty grotto!
As for the hair – how about dying it grey? That way you’ll miss out on the growing out phase!
Actually it’s pretty cool as far as these grotto things go. I do like a bit of tinsel – I’m not into these trendy minimalist Christmas decorations. Oh and I spoke to my hairdresser about turning my hair instant grey and I don’t think it can be done. Anyhow I have a pact with Caridwen not to touch the dye so I’ll just have to stick to it and wear hats or something.
By the way really love the pic you have on here. In fact love both pics you use. Pop over to my blog in a bit as there is something there for you. xx
Oh how exciting. Will blog about this a.s.a.p – thank you!
Love the music.
You could cut your hair really short. That’s what I did.
I’m pleased you enjoyed the wee tune Pat – one of my favourites. As for the hair I have considered cutting it short as I’ve done this over the years every now and again. I quite like my hair short, but if I’m honest I always hanker to grow it again. My husband on the other hand really doesn’t like it short. So, as he is brave enough to put up with my project hair and all that this will bring I think I will, in addition to stepping back from the dye, will also step back from the scissors in this case and put up with my patchy look. Thanks for the suggestion though.