Change you can control, like hair color.

“Did you mean to do that?” the principal asked me when I returned from my bereavement leave after my dad died. I had gone out to the beauty salon and asked for a  permanent. Permanents had been out of fashion for quite some time, however I always seem to be on the tail end of these trends.

I told her, “Yes. Thank you”.

Over the years I have had many different hairstyles and colors. I guess it changes depending on my mood or whatever is going on in my life. Today I went to the stylist that I’ve been blessed with for the past 10 years. She is a fit, health-minded, stylish woman. I always leave there feeling and looking better than when I arrived.

This morning as I was driving to my appointment I thought about all the different hairstyles and colors that I have done over the years.  Wouldn’t it be fun to take a look at the pictures and maybe try to figure out what was going on at the time.

When I was little my grandfather called me princess golden hair. I guess that was a nice name for dirty blonde.

My beautiful picture

In the early 70’s I waited all week to watch the Brady Bunch on T.V. so of course being a look-a-like Marsha was the goal.

My beautiful picture

As a teenager my hair turned brown, however in the summer I would use Sun-in and lemons to attract highlights to my mane. Farrah Fawcett was the icon when I was in high school. My brother and probably most teenage boys had her poster hanging on their bedroom walls for reasons I could not understand at the time.  I used my curling iron and on a visit to nearby New York City had fun trying to be discovered with my cousin.  The Empire State Building and World Trade Center in the background couldn’t hurt!

My beautiful picture
My beautiful picture
Hoping to be discovered

I have a curling iron and blow dryer but I don’t think I ever really got the hang of how to do this properly.

When I went away to college I did get a shorter haircut for my semester in England. I think I was trying to sport a punk rock look although that never really happened.  Wearing old clothes or basically my grandmother’s wardrobe was another fashion move I attempted and may not have pulled off as successfully as I thought I did.  Lucky for all of us I can’t seem to find any photos from that era.

The summer before Mike and I drove to California my mother helped me dye my hair blonde. After putting Nice and Easy on my hair, it turned platinum white. I cried and my mom cried.  She took me to her hairstylist friend who lived down the street to help fix the color. I don’t think she was able to fix it very well.  Driving across the USA with Mike we stopped at a few landmarks like Old Faithful in Yellowstone National Park.  Here is me with my blonde mullet.   Haha  Cross country trip with Mike

My beautiful picture

With baby number one I had short hair with highlights.

My beautiful picture
My family
My beautiful picture
My 3 month old and me

Then after baby number two I let it grow longer and went dark red

My beautiful pictureMy beautiful picture

After a few years I traded in salon visits for the do it at home hair color.  It never went that dark again but it was still reddish.


It seems before or after big events in my life I have made crazy decisions about my hair – it often is one of the only things I feel I can control at the time.  I was of course very happy that my first born was going to the University of Miami in Florida, but I was still anxious about how far away he would be from me.  I colored my hair dark brown during this period of anticipatory mourning.


Sometimes I make decisions about my hair without really thinking it through.  Since Mike died, I have been letting my hair grow out.  It had not been long for a while.  It is also very fine so I figure it is now or never.  I have been very blond in the past few months…

and as of today I have added a few low lights but am keeping the length.  I can even do curls, if I am fresh from the beauty salon and she did them for me.  I think I finally have hair like Farrah Fawcett!  As I mentioned, I am always a bit delayed with these trends.

Today’s post is really about change.  Change will happen.  Embrace it.  Run to it.  Take a chance on the uncertainty of life.  I posted a quote from the Dalai Lama this week.  It sums up how I feel these days:

He said, “There are only two days in the year that nothing can be done.  One is called yesterday and the other is called tomorrow, so today is the right day to love, believe, do and mostly live.”

I hope you all have a great weekend.


8 Responses

  1. And one thing good about “hair” is that it grows again, or the colours can be changed – “easily” (and actually if you make another change, that doesn’t sit right, there is always room to revamp/rejig…)

    A number of years ago I had very long hair, but circumstances that annoyed me over said “long hair” saw me go through a series of cuts until I was in “spikes on the top, with sides shorter” – I got to try out gel, clays, mousses, wax and finally settled on a spiking gel

    then two years ago, i suddenly thought I wonder what the short sides cut would look like all over – and I absolutely shocked all and sundry – but I think most are used to the lady who comes to events with her hair at “buzz cut #4” – sometimes there is gel, also but that’s when it really needs a buzz cut.

    it’s my natural salt/pepper look but at points in my earlier life it’s been burgundy…

    And yes I can see that ideal of “change” – as I have certainly made a lot of changes in the last decade,besides my “hair” 🙂

  2. I love your new color and cut, also your outlook about change too! You are embracing change after you had almost the biggest change imaginable occur! Rock ON!!!

  3. I relate to your hairstyle changes. It is always a laugh to look through the annual school photos and see the changes in hairstyle and style of clothes. What were we thinking? Lol. I do love your latest look. I’m so pleased I have found your blog on my new journey of discovering ME. Thank you for sharing.

  4. So many delightful pictures bringing up all the memories of my first little baby and the joy of seeing the beautiful creative and inspirational woman she has become, so proud!

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