I'm finally getting around to posting my Rainbow Sprinkles Flax Sweater!
I LOVE this sweater and have worn it several times already! This is my second time knitting this pattern and probably won't be the last. It's a simple top down raglan sweater that you can customize anyway you want. I seem to be stuck on rainbows since my first Flax here had a rainbow too.
I love looking back on my progress pictures. It takes me back to all the little moments of knitting, little slices of life.
Two weeks ago I was in front of our bathroom mirror, getting ready to dye my roots yet AGAIN, when all of a sudden I just couldn't do it anymore. I looked over at my hubby who happened to be standing there and declared "I'm done!"
I started going grey in my late 20's, early 30's and started dyeing my roots. I've been doing it ever since! The past few years it's been every 2 weeks. Like clockwork, my grey roots start peeping through and I'd go to the beauty supply store, get my dye and dread the task at hand. I hated dyeing my hair, but I just couldn't see myself stopping anytime soon. Society puts such an emphasis on being young and beautiful, that it's so easy to fall into it's trap. God forbid if you have grey hair! Everyone will think you are old and let yourself go! Must cover the grey! And so I was a slave to the dye. Well, no more!
I'm ditching the dye!
Let me tell you, since I made that declaration I have second guessed myself every day! Yes, every day! The first day I decided to stop dyeing my hair, I went to Instagram to find inspiration for my grey hair and found a movement of women ditching the dye! There are so many women like myself that have had it! I've spent way too much time on IG and Pinterest searching my silver sisters. I've showed Fonzy(hubby) countless pictures of women who are no longer dyeing their hair. I'm sure he's done with my obsession with grey hair right about now. One of my biggest worries is how he is going to feel about me going grey. Would he be embarrassed whenever we are out together? When I show up at his games or at the school will people think who is this old lady he's married too? It's not like he doesn't have grey, he does. But grey on a man is perceived so differently than on women. It's distinguished and sexy on a man, but an old hag on women. Why is that?! I've asked Fonzy how he feels about it, and he says do what makes me happy. I know he will support me regardless, he always has, but I'm sure the transition will take some getting use to, for the both of us.
I find myself stopping in the mirror more often checking out the grey and already notice people glancing up at my hair when speaking with me. This is not going to be easy! But change never is. I've read it can take up to 2 years to completely grow out the grey. That's a long time for someone who is very impatient (me!) This will truly be a test of my patience, and resolve. I'm definitely going to need the support of the other women on this journey. A negative comment will have you wanting to hit the dye bottle! When I feel myself getting weak, I go to Instagram and get the encouragement I need. I CAN DO THIS! Last night while scrolling I found the most beautiful woman with grey hair, JoAni Johnson. Her Instagram account here. She is my hair goals!
I'm going to document this journey. Post pictures of my grey transformation and sharing my thoughts and fears of what it's like to be my true authentic self. Why keep pretending? We all grow old, we all get grey hair, so why fight it and waste precious time covering it up. These pictures are 3 weeks and 1 day into my grey transformation. I've never let my hair go this long without dyeing it. It's a whole new world for me.
I'm embracing my grey! Ditching the dye! Going grey on purpose! Grey hair, don't care! Let's do this!
Rushing to get to work this morning, I ran out the door, backpack slung over my shoulder, purse and keys in hand on a mission! I closed and locked the front door and as I turned to continue my rush to start the day I noticed the moon, along with what I believe is Venus and Jupiter. The sight stopped me in my rushing tracks. I set the bags down, got out my phone and snapped a few pictures, savoring this quiet morning on the porch before the sun rose and the neighbors stirred. It felt kind of magical in those few moments on this chilly morning.
And that my friends is what I mean by being a seeker of everyday magic.
There’s nothing like a birthday to feel all special and
loved! Thank you to everyone who took time out of their day to wish me a happy
birthday. All the texts, Facebook and Instagram messages and phone calls were cherished.
I planned on baking myself a cake yesterday, but that didn’t happen. I’ll save it
for this weekend. I did however get taken out to dinner by hubby and son. I
also got a new sewing machine I can’t wait to play with and ended the day with
a little knitting in bed. I was happy, content and oh so thankful for this life
I live. Here’s to my 48th trip around the sun!
Today starts my 48th trip around the sun. Life is so fleeting and I want to celebrate getting a year older, twirl around in a hot pink tulle skirt and enjoy every 525,600 minutes of this 48th year. The older I get, the more I realize I just need the simple things in life: a comfy home, good food on the table and surrounded by the people that I love.