Happy New Week Loves. The last two days have been cold, and I have been indoor tending my ailing canine friend. ;( It has been hectic and upsetting, as the vets, my family and I try to figure out what is best. I did finally get a my long hair shaped and cut! I know in this society, there is a tendency to not have long hair after 50, but this is easy for me. I have delayed this hair cut, for a while now, since my dog has been ill.
The weather has been beautiful for so long. So warm past the season of warmth. My dog looking and acting like a puppy until recently. She is 14. everyone asks how old my puppy is, and when i answer 14 years old, they are surprised. We have that it common, our energy appears to belong to a younger being. But back to my long hair, and the stuff of fashion blogs.
My long hair is something that I like about myself. Long hair after 50, actually seems life affirming.
It is the same color and baby-fine texture, as when I was a wee-one, toddling with my twin. It is reassuring to have something stay essentially the same after decades, although I do color my tresses now and blend in some grey. I love my long hair as I find it easy to manage. So simple to style in a ponytail or top not. You usually see me wearing my hair swept to one side or with very simple do. Simplicity is a priority for me: getting ready fast with minimal maintenance is great.
But below I let Aracely, from the Keratin Bar , style my hair. I needed the lift. Having long hair after 50 makes me feel like I am getting bonus time. When you are ill, looking well is a good thing, even if it creates confusion.
Aracely is magic. Full spirals curls come to life after I leave her chair. This uplifts me, but not for long. This was the last day I was out for any length off time. I have been home with my fur baby, in her last days, once it became apparent to me that my elderly dog was acutely ill. Below, bouncy curls but not smiling.
Below, the day I went for my haircut was a picture perfect one. This was last week, when the temps were like what one would expect in early September . I enjoyed the city vistas from up high. Again, bonus time.
Long hair – blowing in the wind. Ah, this feels good; the sun is at my back and my long hair feeling like a silky caress, against a face that has been flooded with tears recently.
There is a tradition in this society, that expects women of a certain age to cut their hair and don a bob. I like that hair cut. I am tempted. But I know that for me, this style is easier and more versatile. I have been wearing long hair for so long that I can do a top knot while composing a grocery list in my head, without even a mirror. I like having long hair after 50, i am okay to bend ( break?) this rule !!
More importantly, most importantly….. My long hair is healthy, bouncy and soft. I am not trying to sell shampoo, I promise. But I have been taking a mild chemo drug that thins for hair for 8 years, so the very fact of long, full hair is somewhat of unusual thing. I also have been on Prednisone for the same amount of time and am still pretty thin, without the characteristic moon face many get. I eat well, drink a lot of green juice and walk, walk, walk.
I am celebrating my shiny long hair, because I have been lucky enough to keep it. Pure and simple. It tells me that despite my illness, that I am relatively, outwardly well.
Exercise and a good attitude helps. Appreciating the beauty of the city, and the kindness of its inhabitants helps too, even when faced with headlines that insist we are a tribal, contentious lot! NOT! I also attribute my relative good health, despite a dire autoimmune disease to a good family, a strong marriage , to two adult children who make me proud every day, and to friends that have been like family. And to my dog…who is sick, and to whom I may have to say good-bye to soon. Too soon. She is old, and its her time, but how did the time go by so very fast?
I know this. I will not keep her in this world to please me. If the doctors can not help her and she is suffering, I will act. I am not as well this week myself, tending to her and thinking about this prospect, and the grief is having its way with me.
Do you notice that these two pics of me are cut off in a strange way? That is because a part of me feels missing. I cropped them to reflect my feelings. I know you understand. The worst part is telling, and involving my adult children, yes they are adults, but when it comes to pets- we are all children .
I will do my best to keep up with blogging this week. Your blogs cheer me. But while I am blonde, I am not having much fun this week. Closing with a cool image. It is a floral arrangement, inside a brick facade, from an Upper East Side Co-op.
It reflects the street, and I find it hard to know what is background and what is foreground. So for that reason, and the lovely florals- I enjoy this shot and the confusions that it engenders. There is so much more that meets the eye. I wish you, as always much love and peace, and the clarity that only comes from confusion, until it settles into wisdom.
Any thoughts about long hair after 50? Have you had, and lost, a pet recently? Did you have to make uncomfortable decisions on behalf of the care of your elderly pet? Share if your care to.
Wishing you Joy . If you have a pet, hold him or her close.