Wayne, an essential worker, still leaves home Monday through Friday while I only venture off our property to walk around the neighborhood. Like everywhere else barber and salon visits are out. According to headlines, home hair coloring and grooming supplies are selling out. I’ve read many comments about how awful it is that one can’t cover up their gray hair. It’s not an issue for me because as I’ve shared before, I’m going gray because I like it! Last week I decided to share some of my eclectic taste in vinyl on Instagram and included a selfie (above) in which my salt and pepper colors are very evident. Hmm I also see my crows feet in that pic, too. No Botox for me, either, now or ever. Anyway, I privately received some remarks about my hair!
One email was very flattering and he said he really digs my gray. Then I got a text that asked if my gray hair was natural?! He thought I had added gray highlights?! Is this a thing? I didn’t know I looked fake?!
A really pleasant and unexpected surprise was the comment left by Lands’ End. (I was wearing one of their hoodie sweatshirts. Love both sweater and sweatshirt hoodies, will never give them up. Nothing more perfect than being able to put my hood up when I go start the morning coffee.) I don’t know if they will ever actually feature me, but it’s encouraging that a graying fifty-two year old woman at home in a hoodie showing off her Grateful Dead, Beastie Boys and Barry Manilow albums could be considered stylish!
As for Wayne, I (yes I, not we, ha!) decided to cut his hair.
My makeshift barber’s cape was also to lock him in place to keep him from escaping! I wrapped it around the back of the chair!
I started out giving him a “haircut” that didn’t turn out well. “I’m so sorry!” I kept saying over and over, both half crying and laughing at the same time. “We’ll laugh about this on our 20th wedding anniversary!” Silence. “Right????”
“I don’t know. You keep saying you’re sorry and I haven’t seen my hair yet.”
After I handed him a mirror I activated plan Buzz cut.
The hair clipper died right when I finished but I did it!
We had our traditional Easter luncheon of corned beef and egg salad with homemade coleslaw and cucumber salad on the side. Gluten-free bread for me, whole wheat for Wayne. Whole Foods delivery and curbside pick-up at the local dairy farm has been our total source of perishable groceries these past couple of weeks. I’m so grateful to the employees and drivers. Because the sun was out shining bright for a small window of time the sunroom was warm enough to eat out there. It’s these bright moments that give me reprieve from pandemic-related angst and sadness.
Local color from the sun rising during a lovely and (intentionally) lonely 6:00 a.m. 35 degree Saturday walk.