Friday, August 31, 2007

A blonde Lily






Before I launch into life in St. Louis, I thought I should also mention for those who can’t see me that I am now really quite blonde. That was all a bit of an accident. It started with Eloy (as some of you know, my hairdresser for years and years – who is quite skilled at covering up my increasing number of grey hairs with light streaks) getting bit in his right arm by a dog sometime in July…so I couldn’t get an appointment to see him, and found the decision to try to find a new hairdresser that I thought I could trust just too difficult to face. Much easier was buying a hair dye kit…one with a light brown base with lighter streaks to be added in after the initial all over light brown hair dye (Eloy had been telling me that some day soon we would need to go in this direction – first dyeing all of the hair to cover up that encroaching grey, and then adding highlights to help make it all look “natural”). Anyway…we brought the kit home, and Luismi put the light brown hair dye on, doing what at the time seemed a very thorough job of massaging it in all over my scalp. When I washed it out, I had light brown hair…a bit boring and mousy, but no grey!
The next night Diana carefully painted on the streaks, wrapping each streaked strand up in tin foil. Those came out rather discreetly, but they added some oomph, and I looked much as I have for some time.
But then…something about the light on the top floor of this house here in St. Louis…Luismi and I both realized that when I pulled my hair back and wore it up, there was all of this grey stuff just above both my ears. So we forayed out to Walmart and got a package of hair frosting – blonde highlights for light brown hair. We figured we could highlight those grey bits and get them looking “younger”. It was a fun process. The kit comes with a little cap with lots of little holes, out of which strands of hair are pulled with what looks like a very fine crochet hook. Luismi set to work, poking, hooking and pulling out strands of hair, and after a while my head looked like that of a Pilgrim woman whose cap had sprung a whole bunch of leaks, with veritable gushes coming out above the ears. Then Luismi painted on the frosting, especially lavishing it on those bits. The kit suggested peeking at a strand after 20 minutes, and then after every 5 minutes, to see if the color was enough, with an hour being the maximum amount of time to leave it all on. I figured “what the heck – I’ll leave it 45 minutes”. I set the alarm – upstairs – and we went downstairs to watch TV…so of course I didn’t hear the alarm. So the stuff was doing its lightening work for probably the full hour. When I took off the cap, I was quite alarmed at the yellow gold stripes on the top of my head and especially over the ears. Somehow I thought washing it would make a difference, but there they were when I pulled the towel off my head. Then Luismi came up and saw me and suggested that perhaps drying it would make it better…
In the end, it’s not too bad – I am much blonder than I have been in years, and have these two Lily Munster streaks above my ears. Given that I usually push my hair behind my ears, they are somewhat hidden (and tend to look as if I have some kind of exotic earrings in). If I can get a picture, I’ll share it with you all. I think it has been a kind of good way to shake up the looks a bit…now, how I ever thought Luismi and store-bought hair-coloring kits would be more trustworthy than any hairdresser I could find is beyond me!

Thursday, August 30, 2007

...after 50th birthday celebrations


Tonight I'm just testing this...to see how it works. I'm in St. Louis now...have been since last Sunday the 26th. Prior to that, I was in Virginia, visiting my Mom...and lots of other assorted family.

I suppose the highlight of that trip east (and, indeed, the initial impetus for planning it) was the birthday bash at my cousin's Mary's house on August 24th. It was originally planned for the sake of doing something special for my 50th birthday (which really happened on August 27th...the first day of classes, when I would be back in St. Louis...where I don't actually know a lot of people that I could invite around to celebrate something as distinctive as a 50th birthday) and I figured people who have known me since I've been born or at least somewhat shortly thereafter would understand what I was going through. Besides, my brother Ned's 51st birthday was actually on the 24th...and I was reminded of when we had joint birthday parties when we were little...and it meant we got to have a cake with candles representing "101". There's more excitement...I don't know how many people can say that they've celebrated their 50th surrounded by snakes...ok, they were behind closed doors (except when cousin Donnie decided to bring the odd one out for viewing - as you can see)...but that we were in an airconditioned garage which is part of a small building which houses Mary & Carl's rather large snake collection somehow only helped to underscore the notion that I was starting out a new year and and a new decade and a new life in a place that had few reference points with my life in Madrid.

After a fantastic day playing in some mean waves at Virginia Beach, having collected Diana and having seen Elisa off to Boston from Norfolk airport, we flew back to St. Louis...