Five Star Friday's 189th Edition Is Brought to You By Theodor Adorno

"Five Star Friday's 189th Edition Is Brought to You By Theodor Adorno":

This week's Five Star Friday is brought to you by an explanation of privilege that won't freak you out, the gift of really listening, the truth about living with an eating disorder and the hope therein, fighting against shame, the power of grief to open you up, the complexity of independence in a little boy, struggle with faith and theology and seven-year-old girl, learning to be simply happy, personal revolution, and Theodor Adorno...

Five Star Friday's 188th Edition Is Brought to You By Margaret Thatcher

"Five Star Friday's 188th Edition Is Brought to You By Margaret Thatcher":

This week's Five Star Friday is brought to you by the fight to get to where you want to be, soul-deep music, the need for fair representation of women in media, marriage to a severe alcoholic, the church of the wounded bird, the emotional fallout of fertility issues, a call to action, a continuing faith in humanity despite injustice, the beautiful aftermath of the birth of a child, the gift inside a great nap, and Margaret Thatcher...

Please Tell Me That Bloody Carrot Is the Hair Colour of Cool Maturity

Before I got married in 2001, I panicked about life changes and ended up dyeing, then perming, then bleaching, and then dyeing my hair again all within the span of two weeks. I did all of that myself at home with ten-dollar boxes of chemicals. I'm lucky that it didn't all fall out before the wedding.

Years before, I shaved my head when I feared that a relationship was ending.

It seems that I use my hair to deal outwardly with the inward grief and fear of life changes, so what can you expect that I've been up to in the lead up to my TEDxRegina talk tomorrow afternoon? Overprocessing my hair, of course!



I dyed it first three days ago. It was a light reddish brown. It brightened my colour a bit, nothing too drastic, which is what I wanted. It was a little on the orange side, though, and I'd missed a patch on the side, so, of course, there had to be a re-dye.

I decided that I wanted to deepen the colour bit and maybe tone the red the down, so I chose a medium brown colour for the second dye job. I know it's iffy to dye one's hair again so soon, especially with a different colour than the first dye, but I'm nothing if not confident in my abilities when it comes to screwing with my own hair.

I applied it this morning, certain I was going to come out with a deeper, slightly more mature colour. I was going to look smokin' hot at TEDx!



Um, yeah, no.

The new colour, while definitely deeper, lacks the sobering effect of maturity for which I was hoping, unless BLOODY CARROT is the hair colour of cool maturity these days.

Something tells me it's not.



Fiddlesticks.

Hello, TEDxRegina! You'll know me by my orange glow.

Grace in Small Things: Sunday Edition #98

1. The underneaths of bridges
2. The incredible thing Palinode does with lentils
3. Feeling a slight breeze across my arm from an open window on the first really warm night of the year
4. That I'm feeling pretty good about my upcoming TEDxRegina talk on Wednesday
5. How happy my favourite pair of blue jeans can make me

Wage a battle against embitterment and take part in Grace in Small Things.

Dye and a Hair Cut, Two Bits

I gave myself a home dye job and a haircut today, and then I somehow lost the ability to take decent iPhone photos. I proved myself to be beyond cool on all fronts.



I am the worst sort of person, if you are the sort of person who judges people for cutting their own hair.

I know I am that sort of person. One of my favourite insults? That person looks like he/she cuts his/her own hair.

My hypocrisy is naked.



As a change, I left a little more on top than usual. Yes, that is a little more on top than usual.

Also, yes, I did it blind without my glasses, and, yes, I think I missed a patch of hair there on the side with the dye.



I think I look pretty cute, regardless.



On tomorrow's agenda? I'm buying another box of hair dye. Patchy dye jobs cannot be passed off as a justifiable style choice. Even if you feel cute.