Going Gray at Buy-Her

About that stack of nonfiction. Here's another angle - the sociological study/personal exploration. Back when I blogged as DCup at PoliTits, I occasionally posted about growing my hair color out to allow the natural gray to take over my haid.

Who knew that could have made a book? Well, Anne Kreamer did. I read her book Going Gray and I've done a review that you must read at Buy-her. Sorry to be so bossy. It's the wine and couponing high talking.  Anyway, I wish I'd thought to write a book about the delight of walking around looking like I did for so many months, but then I might have used the publishing proceeds to color my hair. And besides, my book would have been much shorter and done pretty much with photos.

Title Page:

Oh, Fuck It or How I ended up looking like this

Introduction: Once upon a time, when I was a college student, my mother sent me money with a note that read "This is for food or necessities NOT cigarettes or hair color." She knew me well.

Buying the lie. The Many Colored Coifs

Chapter 1: When I still bothered.
My love affair with L'Oreal, Garnier, and Clairol. I'm hairpolyamorous. And cheap.

L'Oreal's Dark Brown purchased by the gross.
Had to do roots every 2 - 3 weeks.
Often flecked with color along the hairline and on the ears.
So sexy.
June 2006

Chapter two: Goodbye, my lover(s). I'm taking the plunge.

The decision is made or did I just forget to buy dye?
Good thing I didn't look in the mirror much back then.
I was too busy blogging.
July 2007

Chapter three: Getting there the hard way (without a crew cut). I wasn't allowed near scissors for eight months.

Goth Party or maybe full on mental patient.
Gritting my teeth through the process.
And drinking. A lot.
October 2007

Chapter four: Almost there.

A study in greige.
Almost there and not hating it. Hello, bra strap.
February 2008.

Chapter five: There.

Cleverly hiding eye wrinkles with shades, but the hair's not bad.
Could use less forehead and some lipstick though.
September 2010

 The next book on my stack of non-fiction is Judith Moore's Fat Girl. Now that's a book I can relate to...

What color is your parachute? (And don't forget to go read my review of Kreamer's book! There's going to be a quiz.)

I've gotten used to the space I'm occupying

There are some things I cannot imagine living without. For example, music and books (click that link for a book review I've posted at buy-her).

For a long time, reading was a deferred passion. I didn't read adult books for fun while I was busy with the business of working full time and raising a family and commuting and being annoying to my inlaws, but now that my days are differently constructed (how's that for bullshit), I'm reading whatever I dang well want.

I try to follow the trends, but my tastes won't always cooperate. I got to maybe Chapter 8 of Jonathan Franzen's Freedom before I made an obnoxious sound and tossed the book aside. Patty Bergland needed meds. I'm sure of it. You know what's weird, Patty? You.

Um, sorry about that. I don't usually get that hostile about characters with whom I don't connect.

Other books grab me and I torture MathMan by telling him plot details and if he's really lucky, by reading passages to him. He's a good facial liar. His features say I'm listening, but I know the Einstein-haired brain squirrels are doing complex equations on a white board inside his cranium even while I'm speaking. It's okay. I don't quiz him to see if he was listening. I mostly talk to hear my own voice anyway.

Music, on the other hand, has never lost its place in my life. From being a little kid listening to Melanie's Brand New Key on a transistor radio to today when I heard a new song I really liked by Plan B, music is always there.

Recently, I lost my itunes in a computer crash so I've been rebuilding my music library and creating new playlists. It's time consuming, but it's hardly a chore. I've enjoyed rediscovering songs I'd forgotten we had.

After the desktop computer had to be restored, I switched over to an old laptop we thought was dead (just the battery was dead).  Score! There's an old itunes library with even more music and a couple of old playlists that were once the soundtrack of my days. Those days were so different, it's hard to believe that was my life. From the distance of two or three years, it seems like that was someone else driving all those miles, doing that work, juggling those projects and negotiating her way through egos and budgets and the Big Ideas of other people.

Even so, I can listen to some of the music from back in the day when I actually wore panty hose to meetings and I'm transported.

Can't you hear the screaming?

What are you listening to? What are you reading? Did you click the link and read the review? Don't make me come over there!

Blogging Other Places: Buy Her

I've written a book review of Laura Munson's This Is Not The Story You Think It Is:  A Season of Unlikely Happiness over at Buy-Her.

Please join me over there.

Buy-Her: My First Music Review

Long time readers know that I am a huge fan of music.  All kinds of music.  I've had an opportunity to combine my love of music with my love of writing and so I'm doing music and book reviews at Buy-Her.com.

My first foray is right here.  You know me, though, it's hardly a straight up review.  I couldn't do thinky and high-minded if I tried.  So I don't.  But I don't think you'll be disappointed.   While you're there, please click around and read the other varied reviews of all kinds of things.

Now I have to go get busy with my work in progress before it totally breaks up with me.  It's been one of "those" weeks.  How's your week?  Did you get mooned last night?

I'll be back here tomorrow.  I'm going to update you on my Odyssey Away From Obesity.  Riveting stuff indeed.