Don’t hate me because it’s beautiful


I wasn’t sure I wanted to travel in May. Spring can be so beautiful, and fleeting, in New England, and I didn’t really want to miss any of the loveliness of our world turning green and floral and sunny.

But, then after days of rain and bleak and blah, I was ready to go.

And here we are. Don’t hate us, but it really is as beautiful as this. And I haven’t even shown you pictures of our crazy view, the beach, or the biker and tiki bars we’ve discovered. Those will come.

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Gray Days


I’ve been coloring my hair for at least 20 years, probably more.


There are no tattoos or piercings on this body, but I’ve regularly changed the color of my hair, sometimes long enough to think of myself as a “blond” or a “redhead”, but nothing sticks forever. I have proof here in this series of posts (finale here!) that show my crazy hair transformations.

But lately, I’ve been itching to see what my hair color really is, and with my hair now all of two inches in length, it hasn’t taken me too long to get my natural hair color to take over, like weeds in an abandoned lawn.

Trouble is, these weeds aren’t quite the same anymore.

At today’s hair cut, my hairdresser said, as kindly as possible, “I think you wear blond well.”

I made note of this, with a slight twinge since I am most definitely NOT blond right now.

And then this: “Plus, the blond would cover all the gray you have.”

Wha, wha, what?!?!?

Oh, yes, while I’ve been happily keeping my hair chemical-free, they’ve been going gray in large patches throughout my very-short hair.

So, how soon do you think I’ll be blond again? Or should I just embrace (cough) my advancing age (cough) and be happy (and chemical free)?


Mother’s Day: With or without the kids?

What camp are you in?


Are you among the moms who want to spend Mother’s Day surrounded by their kids, basking in their undivided attention?

Or are you one of those who take their Mother’s Day “get out of dodge” pass for some (or all) of the day? After breakfast in bed, of course.

Guess which group I’m in? (apparently, so is my sister who is coming to pick me up in a few minutes for a little shopping time sans enfants.)

No matter how you spend your day, Happy Mother’s Day to you all!