I am committing to a post a day during the month of November as a practice in discipline. As it is 12:05 AM on November 1st, might as well get to it!
During this journey we are attempting to save money every way possible so that I can continue to be the full time caregiver for our daughter Eleonore.
I thought I would take one for the team in August, and with the seriousness and determination of Rosie the Riveter attempted to dye my own hair for the first time in close to five years, blonde streak and all.
Sometimes saving money doesn’t help the family “team” because there is something to the old adage “If Momma ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy”.
I was frustrated, and knew it was going to take a lot of money to fix my mistake. It got me thinking. . .
Such a vast aray of things span from this topic. I feel like I could write a book under the headline.
But what to write about? Haircut disasters?You have already read about the adventure that was my eyebrow journey in Jr. High. What about the bikini wax that I got a few days before my wedding resulting in me using the word Ooftah for the first time. . .well, the bikini wax can wait for another time.
In Jr. High I am quite confident I was a glutton for punishment/self humiliation.
Right before a sleepover, I decided to “trim” my own hair. It was about shoulder length at the time. And maybe I didn’t “trim” it. Maybe I thought it was a good idea to add layers as well. Thirteen year old adding layers to her hair with blunt kitchen scissors=brilliant.
I remember it not looking that bad in my opinion, but when my dear friend Laura called to see when I would get to our friend Lauren’s house, I shared the news that I had trimmed my own hair. With great exasperation she exclaimed that we would need to fix it as soon as I got there. When I did get there my friends seemed to be waiting with baited breath. . .
Shannon grabbed the scissors.
They thought it made the most sense to begin at the highest layer I had cut.
To me this was near my chin.
To Shannon, Lauren and Laura, it was near my eyes.
They made me turn away from the mirror and made the first fell swoop.
A simultaneous squeal was let out and as I tried to turn around, I was quickly shoved into the bathtub so they could finish their deed (you might be asking how/why I didn’t fight back? Lauren and Shannon would go on to be part of the State Championship Softball Team for Normal Community High School, they were strong. I did the plays and was on the basketball team because the school hoped there might be an ounce of potential in this 5’11 beanpole. There wasn’t.).
When they finally let me rise out of the tub, it was a sight to behold.
I said we needed to call my parents immediately (I have always struggled with guilt, some people think Catholic/Jewish guilt is the worst. It’s not, United Methodist guilt is the one that bites you in the “tookis”).
Shannon, brave one that she was, called my parents.
“We gave Meredith a haircut, it looks amazing. She looks just like Cameron Diaz.”
My Best Friend’s Wedding was a Jr. High Sleepover staple
I couldn’t agree more.
Cameron Diaz with poop brown hair that she let someone inebriated fashion into an uneven boy butt-cut.
Just like Cameron Diaz.
My parents didn’t let me get it fixed for a couple of weeks. . .
I had to wonder if that was how Cameron Diaz got punished for bad behavior.
My hair eventually grew back, and in between now and then I have had a few impulse bang cuttings, but never anything that would harken back to the dramatic drastic nature of the “Cameron Diaz” cut.
The dye job was my first disaster in quite a while.
I’ve questioned God a lot in this journey.
A whole lot.
About a lot of things.
Our conversations are probably entertaining on the outside looking in.
And for the life of me, I didn’t understand, while on top of all the other “learning experiences” we are going through, the cherry on top would be my hair.
Eleonore in her pilot cap that day.
Mindy gave her a yogurt bite
“tear drop”. See why I need this woman in
my everyday life?
I was moaning and groaning about this to my dear friend Mindy who was “Back in Bloomington” from Portland visiting her family and friends. Sidenote-I am praying for God’s guidance and provision in Mindy’s life, while praying for this I also understand that God wishes to grant us the desires of our hearts, my desire is that Mindy moves back to Bloomington and works in community and ministry with us. If you would like to pray that too, it would be much appreciated. No really, pray that. I want her here! While we sat at The Coffee Hound, an incredibly awesome looking young woman in a blue hawaiian print caftan walked by pushing a stroller (check out her blog, you would be intimidated too). She saw Eleonore through the window in one of her “signature” pilot caps, and exclaimed through the window that she would have to come in. She introduced herself, her husband and her adorable 10 month old son Wolfgang. I couldn’t help but stare at her hair. It was amazing. Half black and half bleach blonde. I had to ask where she got her hair done, and she said “Oh, I do it, I do hair”. She gave me her number and we agreed to do a play date. I was so intimidated by her, I didn’t know what to do. Eventually I mustered up the courage to text her (lots of gumption in texting, right?), and we did set up a play date.
There is nothing more to say other than God is faithful in ways we can never imagine. Not only do I have someone to do my hair and EYEBROWS (and do them INCREDIBLY well), I have an AMAZING new friend, as does Eleonore, as does Nate in Deb’s husband Greg.
|A bunch of “wild and crazy guys” out and about Halloween Night!|
God continues to show me that Nate and I cannot and will not do this alone.
That not only is He in every little detail, but community will be in every little detail.
And it might not look how we expect it to.
It might look even more amazing than we can imagine.
The church is a living breathing organism if we allow it to be, of sharing gifts and talents to lift each other, and sustain one another.
Friendship and laughter are amazing gifts Deb has given me, and her talent with hair is just “the cherry on top.”
I am convinced more than ever that God is in the details.
Seriously, can you not when you see how fabulous my hair looks?
peace to you,
Wolfgang and Eleonore enjoying their community!
2 thoughts on “Back in Bloomington #6-Hair”
Yes! I'm so glad you found a kindred spirit even if I have unavoidable animosity towards her simply because she is the one standing in that Halloween photo and not I…and that her (adorable) son is becoming pal-pals with Eleonore instead of Bea & Margot. I know, I know…a girl can't have too many friends. Still jealous.
Believe me Emily, when those three get together, everyone should probably take cover. It's going to be an explosion of awesomeness!