One anxiety attack at a time…

One anxiety attack at a time…

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Mrs Jones Lilac...
Mrs Jones Lilac…

Okay, so last week I FINALLY – and I say FINALLY because it’s been over a year (gasp!!!) – went to the hairdresser and got a cut!

I’ve been growing my hair since before I was pregnant and it’s been a LONG TIME coming! Edie is nearly 9 months old and I’ve just not had the time, nor the energy, to bother with my hair. So growing it was the solution and then I decided to go gray – which by the way I’m still doing – but I’ve decided to have a bit of fun and do EXACTLY what I want with my hair without worrying about bosses or what people think because frankly, this will probably the last few years I can be bothered to do it!

I’d gone a nice lilac colour as the pink faded and I did a little experiment, so now I have a lilac fringe and the rest is a greyish/ash blonde colour… But… I’ve been told a few times now, by my darling husband that he really prefers the pink, so to give him a thrill (mwahahaha!) I’m going back to pink for a while… now I just need to find an hour or so to do my roots and add the pink!

I’m using Fudge Paintbox Pink Moon, which sounds fairly exotic, but is a nice candy pink colour – well that’s what my aim will be. The final result shall be anybody’s guess!

Now I suppose some of you (who have a remote interest in this blog or my thoughts!) are interested in my depression/anxiety journey and where I’m at… Well, I’ve been steadily getting more positive and ‘in control’ over the past 2 weeks – still having extremely crappy moments and lots of stress with my ability to deal with more than one thing at a time, but I’m on the up and today is a sunny day. I’ve got an appointment with my doctor on Monday and we’ll chat about things and I’ll see where I’m at longer term and why I’m cracking apart more often. We both suspected that lack of sleep had a fair bit to do with it (Edie is NOT sleeping through) so Mr Jones has taken it upon himself to do a few additional overnights – which are during the week and as he works in the city each day, he is SUPER WONDERFUL and a fantastic man to support me this way.

Anyhow, I’ll keep you posted some more interesting stuff asap!

Have a lovely day and enjoy your sunshine wherever you can find it
Love Mrs Jones x

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Going gray…

Going gray…

Pink, not grey, oh my...

Okay. So, I’m not the most patient person ever to walk this earth. In fact I’m particularly impatient and find ways to get stuff done, done quicker or sneakily if need be (and yes, I am now being made to suffer by having a child EXACTLY like me… sigh…

Anyhow…¬†You know that scene in Grease where Frenchie’s hair is pink? Yep.

Well… That’s where I am at the moment! You see, my going grey experiment has been going so well that I decided that if I was going to never tint again I should go out with one last hoorah, considering my penchant for colour. And I’m HATING the grey regrowth on my still auburnish hair – despising it really!

So friends, my plan is have a little fun for a few weeks, then try blonde (never done that before) as I figure it will be the last time I have to express myself hair-wise in a colourful way.

Once I’m done with blonde I’m going to do the artificial grey that is popular at the moment and then I’ll merge that into my ‘real’ hair… Forgive me if you were getting excited about the grey, I was too, but our little family has been going through a tough time lately and I desperately needed a little brightness on a daily basis and I did the only thing a crazy-creative-mad woman could…

Dyed my hair pink…

Still going grey…

Still going grey…

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So, yep, still doing the gray thing. It’s actually not as tough as I’d first thought and battled through with the first inch of ‘real’ hair. I’m now rocking about 2.5 inches of my natural hair, which is dark brown in dispersed with a rather large amount of gray – I’d say about 60% or so.

What I’m finding interesting is the reaction from people who I’ve talked to about it. My son, in particular, was so funny! He asked me why I hadn’t been dying my hair and why it was white near my temples, I explained the whole ‘real me’, ‘sick of dying’, ‘think I can rock it’ explanation I’ve been giving people and all he could do was giggle and run away in between looking very closely at it! He just thought it was so amazing that his own mothers real hair was white underneath. It really shook him on an amusing level for a good 15 minutes! Once he’d worked through it (yeah, he processes stuff quickly, like me!!) he got serious and said he actually really liked it and thought it was good that I wasn’t going to dye it any longer.

Some of the kids I teach at Sunday School were discussing how Abraham must have been about 40 because the picture of him we looked at showed his white hair. I had a good laugh with them and told them I was actually 42 in a few months and showed them the underneath of my fringe (fair amount of white like Mortica from the Addams Family!) and that Abraham was meant to be about 97 in the picture! Explained that people could get grey hair at different times, but yes, it was a good way to show that somebody was old. Some of the boys(10 and 11 year olds) were surprised and said their mums dyed their hair and why would I stop? One of the girls (10-year-old), who is a family friend, was absolutely gobsmacked that I’d do such a thing! She just kept staring and asking me how I had the guts to do it!

I’m finding it really interesting that some people have no second thoughts about it, but others are really shaken about it! Loving it – having always been somebody who has always dressed differently, had hundreds of different hairstyles and colours and isn’t exactly mainstream with my ink and vintage style, this is a really interesting experiment in psychology!

Keep you posted!

Love Mrs Jones x

Ooh, forgot to mention – I’m beginning my Winter Warmers (knitted infinity scarf) and Gorgeous Garlands (vintage-style bunting) workshops in about a month; so keep watching this space as I’ll be running them locally and a little further afield! Further details to come.

Going grey… And I’m not talking 50 shades…

Going grey… And I’m not talking 50 shades…

So… What does a 40-something, mid-century loving woman do when one day she wakes up and decides she simply cannot be bothered ever again to colour her hair?

Well if you still have lovely, natural hair there probably isn’t anything much to it. But what if you’ve been greyish since your mid-twenties and covered it because, well nobody wants to feel that old when you’re that young!

Now, I don’t dress like a matron and I’ve always felt grey hair would make make me feel like one… But friends, I gotta be honest, I’m lazy – well, I’m not really lazy on the whole, but I’ve never been a girl who spends hours perfecting her hair or makeup, it’s just never interested me.

So, what’s a girl to do? Going grey – especially at my age – is VERY counter-cultural, but that’s usually the way I roll, so that part isn’t worrying me. What’s bothering me is how I’ll perceive myself… Will I feel ugly? Old? Boring? Uninspired? Perhaps like I’ve given up on feeling attractive?

I can always go back and dye again, but going to your natural colour when you’re mainly grey isn’t a quick process, believe me… And I don’t want to cut my hair again – it’s taken me long enough to get back to shoulder length.

I’m pretty sure I can stick to it and have the discipline to do it, but can I be strong enough mentally to face the challenge of other peoples perceptions? Well, I’ll take you on this journey with me – photos included – and you can see for yourself!

I’ve checked out a few blogs of some pretty gorgeous, younger women like me who have or are doing this and frankly, they’ve really inspired me. Check out ‘How Bourgeois’ for a gorgeous gal who is much further along in her journey and inspired me heaps to bite the bullet.

Have a great day and keep smiling!

Mrs Jones x

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