I have said for many years that when my hair goes silver I will dye bright colour streaks into it. Definitely not rushing things, but I think I will be in my late 70’s before my hair is silver enough to dye. So, why wait.
I now have a lovely, discrete stripe of blue in my hair. A little too discrete. I am thinking it is like my first tattoo, all subtle and long thought out but I can’t really see it. If I can’t see it then obviously it needs to be bigger. I said to my kids (because why do Dads have to dominate in the bad jokes), now that I have a blue streak it gives me licence to curse. Giving me an excellent excuse for my crumbling verbal filter.
I want to see it!!!!!!!!!!! Blog, photos, they are meant for each other. Bring it! Blue Valentine!
Blogs and photos might go together, but not photos of me. Fortunately, the colour is visible from the angle that 90% of photographs of me are, thus there is a picture.
Beautiful! Who gets the photo credit?
Theoretically my eldest son, but he doesn’t remember doing it and neither do any of my other kids. Unsolved mysteries of the home kind.
how long have you had the streak? (sounds like a sports question…)
well…it has been about three weeks, but it seems to be fading. Hopefully, I will soon return the streak to its former glory (kind of continuing the sport analogy?)
Ha ha, yes, unless you go back to the 70s with streaking, in which case the photos would change the blog status to adult…
Through your poses and photographic policies you are mysterious yourself. And I missed an opportunity to pun with bluetiful for which I kick myself now.
Perhaps your mystery photographer could get some of your tattoos, to go with the blog posts. I’ve been very curious about that topic here! I’m sure they are as lovely and interesting as you are.
Not mysterious, just shy and awkward.
‘Bluetiful’ is good. I have been saying I am a ‘blue hair’ in reference to the old dears that would put blue rinse in their white hair to stop it from yellowing. Jokingly fraught with aging references.
You don’t look old, why the reference to aging: aspirational?
I come from a long line of age deny-ers. Between the lying about their age, crying and unreasonableness around birthdays, and not acknowledging or talking about changes that were making their life challenging, I decided I would be playful about it and honest. So we started joking about me aging along time ago. I have my children convinced if they decide to put me in a home I will be staging breakouts like the ‘Great Escape’.
That’s the spirit, I’m sure you have a playful side that balances out the premature aging philosophy.
There is no premature aging philosophy happening here. I am totally rockin’ the aging thing.