I got my hair colored, cut, and styled today. I have worn it red for many years, and when my hair grew back after chemotherapy it was gray. Very gray. It made me feel old and sick. It took many treatments and haircuts to get back to red, maybe 4 boxes of color. It didn't look very even but it was an improvement over orange. Anyway, I haven't had anything done with it for many months, 7? 9?
but when I described how I wanted it to look today, it came out a little,...er...vivid. I can't think of a description, but it is OK with me. I mean, other than brushing my teeth, I really don't see myself in a mirror too many times a day. And this answers the question, "Are you a natural redhead?" without saying a word. NO, my hair grew out looking like this...
I have been doing some cross stitch on a project I started a looong time ago. I made an error back in the beginning, had to rip it all back, and it put me off doing more. I should have just set this project aside and started something I could be enthusiastic about, but I didn't. I have started this up because I can't use my knitting machines; the ortho doc says I have a torn rotator cuff in my right shoulder. I can't say I really know what that is, I think it sounds like something wrong with my car. (Sorry ma'am but you need brake pads and new rotator cuffs) but what I do know is that sliding back and forth with my hands on the carriage sends hot daggers of pain from my shoulder all the way to my hand. I regard this as just another page in my disaster journal. The doctor said I need physical therapy, but I am not going to set up weekly or biweekly PT visits in the winter. Our road never gets plowed, and being on a ridge means we get a lot more snow than our share. So he gave me home therapy exercises to do, which I haven't actually looked at yet. But I will. I'm sure. But I wonder why not go with rest (no vacuuming ya hoo) instead, to give it time to heal. I have only seen this doctor once before, and all he really wanted to do was give me a cortisone shot and call it a day. Instead I suggested that having an actual diagnosis might be handy, down the road, so he sent me for an MRI. If you have never had one, count yourself lucky. I kept my eyes completely shut the entire time, so my claustrophobia wouldn't send me over the edge in that very tiny tunnel. If I ever need another I'm bringing my sleep mask.
I am finding that even cross-stitch is messing up my arm and hand, after a short while stitching my right hand goes numb and I have to stop for several hours at least.
Our Christmas tree is up. I bought a little pre-lit 4 foot tree, we pulled it out of the box and plugged it in and viola! instant holiday decor. Maybe I'll see about some other decorations, but if not, it still looks nice. Our big tree is in the storage unit, along with all the decorations, and getting it out sounds like way too much effort these days.
We bought a bow for the tree topper for the tree, it looks great. That is our sole acknowledgment of the season, so far. Maybe a wreath on the door is next.
I hope all of you enjoy your decorations, baking, shopping, wrapping, sending cards, and on and on. Written out like that sounds like too much work, doesn't it?