#1898 A change in hair

A hair colour is as good as a holiday, isn’t that what they say?

(Something like that?)

I had a few things change today, appointments cancelled on me… and as I walked back to my car after dropping off baby girl at school, it occurred to me –

I could get my hair done!

It was last minute, sure.

But also, it was Tuesday. A drizzly, cloudy Tuesday morning.

Not a busy, let’s-get-this-party-started Saturday.

I called the hairdressers, and guess what?

They were free!

I’ve been chocolate brown for sooo long. But I’ve had this really super annoying thing, where these lighter coloured pieces of hair keep stubbornly making their way to my hairline, mostly at the front, and like I said, it’s REALLY ANNOYING…

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I mixed it up a bit and put very light foils through my hair, highlighting lighter bits throughout, that should help detract the eye when those annoying lighter ones decide to poke on through again…

But for now, yeah yeah. New hair. 😁

#1872 Pretty and pink

It was Easter Hat parade day at baby girl’s school!

It was honestly such a joy to watch.

This time last year they were homeschooling and being told to make a hat to parade around home…

This year they could get creative again, but show it off at school in style!

I honestly love the school. During the parade event they make Easter jokes, there’s an Easter raffle, human-sized puppets in the form of Olaf and Mario make their way around to greet the kids, and even the police arrive in their crime scene van with sirens blazing to bring the main man.

Or should I say, the main BUNNY.

It was an Easter love fest, and the icing on the hot cross bun was watching the kids proudly showcase their hats as they walked around the oval, baby girl included. 😍

The Easter inspiration continued tonight. The sky was vibrant, reminding me of a rainbow, just without those segmented arcs of colour. And then we took a late walk around the block, and as it got darker, it was still beautiful.

Perfect for Easter. 💖🐇

#1859 Autumn sunset

This season, I knew what would happen.

This is our fifth Autumn in our Sea change location. I’ve gotten used to the yin and yang, the ebb and flow of things, the extreme contrasts we experience in the weather here, day in and day out.

Well, you can’t ever really know what to expect from Melbourne weather, can you? But, we’re ALL getting there, aren’t we?

And so, tonight.

I love the orange warmth that stretches across the sky.

The wispy grey clouds that lie lazily across the sharp blue impending night.

The glow on the horizon that lights up the rooms of our home.

The way the weather is slowly getting cooler, and yet the sky is getting even more beautiful.

That, is the Autumn sunset. 🌅🍂

#1726 Day 228 of getting there: behind the clouds

Have you ever wondered what’s behind the clouds?

Or rather, what’s above it?

They can be heavy. Dark. Ominous even.

But there’s a magical, surreal, mysterious quality to them.

You can see clouds. They sit above us almost every day, moving about while we also go about with our lives.

Have you ever flied through a cloud while on a plane? It’s the most beautiful thing. These little pillows of fluff just jazz on by, pushed aside by the plane’s force, yet still remaining an element of the ethereal.

We aren’t so fortunate, especially in recent times, to be able to experience these fleeting and magical moments of cushions flying past us, as we sit in a man-made machine, high above the rest of the world.

So we look above.

Some of us, don’t even look.

I for one, don’t find them oppressive. Sure, they block the light at times…

But I feel like the beauty of clouds are made that much more striking, by the stunning colours and transparent light that shines from inside, looking out.

Without the darkness, there can be no beauty.

#1723 Day 225 of getting there: Peninsula sunset no. 9

Do you know what the difference is between this photo…

And then this photo?

In time, about 5 minutes.

In events? Chasing my cat down the footpath, then around some cars, then up a tree, finally grabbing him… and then bringing him back home to his rightful place.

The sky, the clouds, even the colours can change so quickly.

Look closely… can you see it?

Life… changing?

#1677 Day 179 of getting there: the aura in the sunset

I know I’ve taught my mini-me well, when she comes running in the house after jumping on the trampoline, yelling “Mama, you have to take a photo of the sunset.”

I slowly went to look out the window… then I too yelled “Quick baby girl, upstairs!”

She was 100% right. Look at those beautiful colours. It’s like the sky has an aura.

Of course if has an aura. One of infinite beauty and possibility. 💖🌅

#1552 Day 54 of getting there: chalk and the Autumn walk

With a day like today, how could we not go outside?

We HAD to get outside!

First, a bit of a longer walk this time. I love how we can go in the same direction, and yet depending on where we turn, we can pick from like 7 different walk around the block options!

We decided to go further and walk through a nearby park… and even without the freedom for baby girl to run onto the play equipment and have a swing, a slide, and climb across the monkey bars, it was still enjoyable walking by in the late afternoon sun.

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And then, the CHALK. You know as a part of my recent Target order, I got 4 packs of chalk.

I AM NOT ASHAMED.

I couldn’t find it anywhere. ANYWHERE during the height of the chalk phase weeks ago.

So I was damn well going to catch up.

So we prettied our driveway, and the footpath in front of our house.

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And then made a hopscotch leading up to our front door.

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The rule is, you MUST hopscotch your way to the door… no ifs, ands or buts.

It must be done! 🙂

 

#1525 Day 27 of getting there: I dyed my hair, yeah yeah

So, I have NEVER coloured my hair on my own, at home, alone.

That statement suggests that I may have coloured my hair at home, but in the company of someone else… and that is totally right. Years and years ago I had bestie do it for me, before baby girl entered the picture, and I am pretty sure it was during my “save money/I can do that” phase.

But only I wasn’t actually doing it… bestie was.

Fast forward to several years later, and now Coronavirus is making me dye my hair at home, properly alone.

Let’s just stop to think about that for a moment. The isolation caused by this virus is making people look within themselves to build things, create things, change things, and be inventive in ways they never imagined they would, or could.

Although it’s not a situation anyone of us want to be in… there’s something exciting and thrilling about that thought. The thought of all of us looking within ourselves to make something in our lives happen, to make something in our lives better.

Including, hair.

Look, I love my hairdresser, and I will happily go back to them after all this is over.

But I totally smashed the hair colouring tonight.

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I couldn’t wait until this isolation blew over, no I sure as hell couldn’t. As it was I was scheduled for my hair appointment the weekend when the virus crisis started to peak… and so I ended up cancelling.

Regrowth and split ends galore. I could deal with the split ends indefinitely, but the regrowth was NOT TO MY LIKING AT ALL.

You know what colour I picked? Bittersweet chocolate. I told Hubbie I picked it because I liked the name and said it suited me at this phase of my life, and he said that sounded just like me, ha ha.

Things are bitter at the moment, but I always try to remain sweet.

And who doesn’t want their hair the colour of dessert?

Hair colouring night… success. 🙂