Category: Hairs

I was chatting with yet another purple Bow Tie o’ the Day this afternoon, and we decided we’d try to snap a better photo of my stubborn, unviolet hairs. To stage the photo, we tried bigly to find lighting in which the hairs could best express whatever purple hues they might have accidentally held onto. Apparently, the VIOLET VIXEN hair coloring is visible mostly on my scalp. It’s to dye for!

Sorry, I’m late posting on a Hairs Thursday, but I’ve been working on tweaking the color of my hair. Bow Tie o’ the Day and I decided to step it up with a popping purple hair color called VIOLET VIXEN. The results didn’t result in the result we were promised on the package. We should have known better, but we took advantage of our right to believe in an advertisement. I even did something I never do: I followed the directions, to the last detail. This is further proof of what I always tell you about my hair: It is the stoopidest, most useless hair on any planet. It won’t curl. It won’t take color. It just plain doesn’t cooperate.

The hair color isn’t the color I sought, but it is what I got. I’ll resolve to be pleased with it. Why choose to go around with a grumpy face and make myself and others miserable about it? It’s just hair that didn’t turn purple. No bigly deal. I admit I’m disappointed though.

We have to learn to be okay with the facts of our lives all the time. Sometimes we are conscious of doing it. Most times, we just do it. For example, I’d like peace on earth. The fact: It’s never gonna happen as long as human beings are involved. They are imperfect. Thus, I have learned to not lose sleep over the sickening fact there will always be a war somewhere or other.

I’d also like to sell a poem for a million dollars. Fact: Never gonna happen, cuz nobody gives a dang about serious, philosophical poetry. Oh, well. I’d like to have one whole, working pancreas. Fact: I’ve got 1/3 of a mostly healthy pancreas, which keeps me alive and thriving just fine. And on and on, I could regale you with examples of dealing with the “it is what it is.”

We decide to be happy. It really is a choice. It’s an attitude we sometimes have to work hard to attain. We have to choose to make the choice to be happy with who, what, and where we are. No matter how you look at it, where you are in your life is mostly where you put yourself. Good decisions, bad decisions– they were your choices.

We can can follow the directions we were taught about how to build a fulfilling life, but things over which we have no control happen to all of us. In reality, what’s out of your control accounts for only a small percentage of what put you where you are. Of course, the things beyond our control can be bigly things. People you love might leave you, or die. You might lose a job through no fault of your own. Your house might burn down. The list is endless.

But we all have the ability to adjust. Are you in a joyous place in your life? A bad place? You might as well be okay with it because you put you right where you are. And if you cannot possibly be okay with where you are, you are the only person who has the ability to change your circumstances.

You are the one who can choose to learn from tragedies and changes you don’t control. And you are the one who can choose to learn from your own mistakes. You are the one who chooses to roll with whatever it is–with a positive attitude OR focus on the negative and bring balloons to your own pity party. You are the only person who can control where you go next, and can control how you will face it. I suggest we all face what we’ve built of our lives as mature adults, not as petulant, spoiled children who blame everyone but themselves.

Also, if you want purple hair, don’t buy this product.

Superb clash fashion. Unforgivable hairs. It’s not Hairs Thursday. I simply gave up on my hairs this morning. Threw on a hat to drive to my TMS treatment. Threw off the hat when I got home. Then snapped this selfie. 11 days until I can gradually chop off my head fur. Can’t wait. Miss Tiffany, my hair stylist, already has my permission to give me a few different hairdos (of her choosing) as she works her way to the short, short hairs cut I want.

Bow Tie o’ the Day is from my wood bow tie collection. It is made of cork, which is sorta wood, sorta not wood. But it is 100 percent the product of a tree. I’m thinking I might use cork Bow Tie as both neckwear AND a bulletin board. For example, tacking a grocery shopping list to cork Bow Tie is one way to not leave the list on the kitchen counter when I go to the store.