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Thinking hair

September 15, 2011 AmeliaJake 4 Comments

Well, I looked at that post title I just typed and I thought about the fantasy ambiguity of it: If hair could think, we could all get smarter by growing long, long hair. Well, never mind.

Yes, never mind at all.

What I was actually thinking about was hair color. I am wondering if my roots are coming in consistently white/grayish enough that we could go ahead and bleach the color out of my “old” hair and make it a shade that would be more in line with the color of the roots growing in.

But I don’t know; I think maybe I have too much faded, but not yet gray, to make that an option now. In other words, I would still have comparatively dark roots.

Well, we shall see . . . but will anyone want to see me? Say, maybe Rose and Sophie and Woo and Foo would like to experiment with a new color. Or not.

4 thoughts on “Thinking hair”

Albug says:

September 15, 2011 at 11:35 am

Ah…the should I or shouldn’t I color the grey debate. When I turned 60 I decided to color my hair after a yearlong debate with myself. My hair is very dark brown so I was concerned I would look like an old woman in one of those black Elvira wigs you see at Halloween. I was worried about people knowing I colored my hair. I was concerned my husband wouldn’t like it. Well, when I finally had it done after much conversation with my hairdresser, I was thrilled! I looked ten years younger (I swear), I looked like myself again. And you know what? Not a soul noticed, not my husband, not my best friend, not my daughter-in-law, NO ONE!!! I have it done every 8 weeks and I am very happy. So I say go for it. Color the gray, not the other way around. You can always go back natural.
GP says:

September 15, 2011 at 3:27 pm

Well, there once was a blond girl…….
pottermom says:

September 15, 2011 at 3:28 pm

I got grey hair when I was 19. No kidding. Talk about making someone feel old before their time, try having a good portion of your head grey at age 30 (it was about 1/2 and 1/2 by that age)…. so I started coloring it. I’m with Albug, no going back. I’m quite happy with it although in the summer it fades out quickly since I tend to forget to wear a hat. I do highlight it so it isn’t a solid dark brown that looks fake but my daughter does that for me and it all works out well. Anyway, I think I would go grey eventually IF I didn’t have such darned thin hair. When I’m grey (or the roots get too long) all you see is glaring pink scalp on top. It’s like I have a flashing neon light saying, look at me, look at me… one pink scalp under thin grey hair….. talk about old lady, this gal’s got it covered. And I’m not even 60 yet. *sigh*

I think I’ll be coloring for quite a long time.

Now as to YOUR dilemma….. I’d consider the thickness of your hair, will it cover scalp or not…. will you be one of those curly perm headed old ladies that rinses with bluing and has blue hair? (saw a purple tinted lady the other day, it was…. kind of punkish in it’s own way) Maintenance would be so much easier color free…. if I could just get past that thin issue.
Albug says:

September 16, 2011 at 8:02 am

I agree with Pottermom, seeing the scalp was my problem too. I always thought I would let my hair do its thing, go gray on its own terms, sort of. But I really didn’t feel like me, the mirror was lying to me, I really wasn’t that old, tired looking woman, was I? So that’s why I did it. I too have highlights done, so there isn’t an all over effect. So I guess it depends on how you feel going all gray either way you will have maintenance, unless you just leave it as it is.

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***Jody Lynn Vance: 1985-2011***

Jody was born at sunrise on a bright, sunny, cold, snowy Groundhog’s Day and from Day One she was a gift to everyone around her. Her infectious laugh and rambunctious spirit made her the center of attention where ever she happened to be.

She and her Dad would watch Sesame Street and sing at the top of our voices (and quite out of key) all of the songs. She enjoyed having Mom fix her hair so it was fancy and just right.

As a toddler she had quite an impressive vocabulary and often had a lot to say. One time Dad was headed out the door to go to work and she pointed her finger and said, “No. No. No. Don’t go anywhere!“

Jody was very seldom crabby, always happy and she wasted no time in spreading that joy to everyone around her. Jody’s favorite place was to be perched on the lap of Mom or Dad or playing with her toys spread out all over the floor. Jody was always affectionate, wanting hugs and “moochies” as she called smooches on the cheek.

At around two, Jody’s illness began to attack her. It took a beautiful, innocent child and put her through untold pain and suffering,

I know that through all of that she was not afraid. She had the heart and spirit of lion. She never gave up; time after countless time, she would open her eyes and there would come that smile. Jody lost her speech, but never was at a loss for words. She could say more with a look or a half smile than most people do yakking all day long.

After numerous doctor, hospital, and specialist visits, we were given the news of her illness. I remember that moment frozen in time … it was as if the entire world stopped. It was in that brief moment we both knew that we must make the very most of the time we had remaining together and not dwell on the despair of all of the things that would never be.

Jody was not expected to live more than three or so - but she had too many things to do and stories to tell, so she cruised by that birthday and over two more decades of birthdays, Christmases and millions of smiles and hugs. Jody was well-liked by other kids; once when she was being wheeled into her classroom at Handicare, one of the children yelled, “Hey everybody, Jody’s here” and all the kids cheered.

Two of the biggest joys in her life were her two little brothers, Joey and Sammy. She would just beam with joy when they would sit next to her and when they began to get older she’d love to listen to them running through the house and playing together. The two of them would start laughing and Jody would laugh right along with them. She would listen intently to everything they did and they would include her as often as they could. The three of them loved watching Saturday morning cartoons and The Three Stooges.

Joe and Sam did without a lot of things that other kids had, did and took for granted … and they never once complained or were resentful of the way things were. That shows a special kind of love and a special kind of family.

As the years went by and the boys grew up into strong and healthy, Jody’s health slowly and steadily declined. She would have long stretches where she was fairly stable and then would become so very ill.

Many times we were sure the end was near and then she would open those sparkling blue eyes and stretch just like nothing had happened at all.

Once she was in the hospital with her usual bout of pneumonia and lapsed into a coma; this went on for 8 days. One Dr. came in, examined her and just shook his head. Later that night Jody’s eyes popped open and she was refreshed from her cat- nap.

People over the years have commented, ”I don’t know how you do it. ”This always struck me as odd. My thoughts would always be: How could you even think of turning your back on someone who needs you that much?

It was always our promise to Jody that she would always live at home with her family and I think she found comfort in knowing that.

But, no one person can take the credit for caring for this wonderful young woman. It has taken an army of doctors, nurses, teachers, aides, pharmacists, friends, and family over the years to maintain Jody at home, and we could never begin to thank you enough.

Jody always kept her head held high and never seemed to be afraid; she has truly been my inspiration on many occasions. When things were gloomy and seemed hopeless, just one smile and a hug was all I needed to go on. Jody will always be my hero. I love her and will treasure the time we had together.

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