The New Do

September 24, 2011 ~ JodiLea ~ 3 Comments

Thank goodness that the wild child showed up at the hair appointment scheduled by the subdued professional woman. Normally, that would be a scary bad thing, but today it gave me the guts to tell Tina, my talented hair-stylist, that I “really needed a change, so let’s do it!”. She asked me if I was really sure two more times. Then she began to work her magic…

As we chatted about work, her love life, and our granddaughters, hair was falling all around me. On the floor, into my lap, and even my purse. I always forget to calculate the radius of the hair zone when I stash it. Tina is not very neat when she cuts hair. Creative genius rarely is.

I keep my eyes closed to keep the hairs hitting my face out of my eyes. When she was finished, I took a deep breath and looked in the mirror for the first time. All I could think of was “WOW” Cinderella must have felt like this when her fairy godmother waved her wand and poof!, she was ready to go to the Ball.

Mama's New Do .Even though I had no Ball to go to, I rushed home and put on make-up. Just to go to the grocery store. The clerk told me she loved my hair, both the style and the color. Now I had a third-party confirmation that my hair was no longer an eye-sore.

I can’t make my ‘do look as gorgeous as it does now. I do not have one ounce of Tina’s hair Mo-Jo. I will do my best Monday morning to coerce my hair into submission, like Tina did, using a blow-dryer, puffs of hairspray and the curling iron. Then more spray, plus tugging and fluffing. And finally, a lot more spray to finish it off.

I won’t have time to practice enough to get good at it, anyway. Tuesday night my hubby returns and will probably shoot me.

And not with the camera.

My Big Fat Hairy Decision

September 24, 2011 ~ JodiLea ~ 4 Comments

I am ashamed to admit this, but I have allowed my hair to look horrid all summer. Camouflaging it with pony-tails, clips, and head-bands. “Why?” Because I could not decide what I was going to do about it, that’s why.

My bleached highlights are way past my scalp, so I can’t say my roots are showing anymore. I could say, “OMG, my gray is showing!” and that would be correct. It would be so cool if gray were the new blonde. But no, and here I have baby fine brown hair, highlighted with gray. You won’t see me in any Vidal Sassoon commercials.

It’s possible you could see me in wig commercials soon, the rate I am losing my hair. It’s totally freaking me out! Why is this happening to me?? I’m not on chemo.. It’s not a symptom of menopause, or diabetes either. My doctor(s) think it’s stress related, so what else is new?. The only thing I am stressing out about is changing my hair-style to minimize the gray and the bald spots. I’m married to a very handsome man (with a great head of hair) that women (with sexy long hair) flirt with. And here I am contemplating chopping mine short, so the weight does not pull it out. Hubby dislikes short hair (Duh, all men do). I wonder how he feels about bald ones?

Well, today is the big day. This afternoon I have an appointment with my hairdresser, Tina, and we are going to figure out the best thing to do. Tina has cut, colored, and highlighted my hair since the 80’s. She makes highlights look as if you were born with that hair color. I trust her judgement better than my own. My natural hair color is a dull shade of Dog Poop Brown. Seriously. Crayola calls it something else, but it’s in that big box of 64 crayons with the crayon ~~sharpener~~ breaker on the back. Time to get some chores done and stop thinking about it.

Even more hair is falling out as you read this…

Genius or Gorgeous?

February 12, 2011February 13, 2011 ~ JodiLea

I am already smart enough.

I want to feel how I imagine it feels to be extremely good-looking. It must be wonderful to have self-confidence. To not worry about what people are looking at, or thinking, when you enter a room. To instantly be given the benefit of the doubt instead of treated with suspicion. To be flirted with instead of ignored, or worse, avoided. To get a friendly warning instead of a traffic ticket. People are just more patient and courteous. Men smile at you. A Knight in Shining Armour around every corner: guys happy to open doors for you, help you carry things, change your flat tire. Help you when you’re lost. Ask and thee shall receive.

At least that is what I imagine extremely pretty women experience. I would like to experience this. However, no matter how much make-up, cute hair styles or fabulous clothes I put on – I stay little Miss Plain. The only thing worse than a photograph of me is video. Ugh. Hollywood is not looking for this gal.

Given the choice, I will definitely go with gorgeous. Please don’t tell me it was a rhetorical question. I’ll am waiting …