The Front Porch Swing

[Triple Willow]

I was the middle of 5 girls, and my dad's favorite.  He worked so hard not to show it, but I always wanted to go with him for fishing, cutting firewood, hunting, etc.  anything outdoors!  I think the older two were kinda relieved to not have to go with.  I never really hung out with other girls, lots of girl cousins and neighbors and not a lot of boys around - the few there were in the neighborhood were quite a bit older.  And I never did girly things, my favorite Christmas was the one I got a train set.  One of my favorite toys was a little set of cars - not really cars, it was 2 pickups, a horse trailer, two horses and 2 cows, and about 4 sections of tiny plastic fence.  I think as a result of this, most of my good friends were male since they could relate to my hunting tales.  I still do not understand females very well; curling my hair, painting my nails, makeup or fussing about clothes just ain't high on my list.  So not too surprising that I ended up in a male dominated field, but I have learned to sit back and get to know my co-workers individually and let them find out that I kinda fit in and if that doesn't work, I am pushy enough to make my way into the group.  Maybe never totally "one of the guys" but accepted enough to be comfortably included in most things.  Even gone to Hooters with the gang a time or two

WD... sounds like I wrote this post except for the dad part. I grew up with boys and it is still comfortable to be around males to me.

 

[Triple Willow]

I keep cutting my own. Must be hormonal, I get frustrated with it and keep cutting it shorter. Now I have to let it grow. There's not even enough to straighten now. Just a curly haystack.
It wouldn't be good if I cut my own hair. LOL
:/

Good luck with your stylist!! Sometimes you can get a really good one. Then they realize they can make more money elsewhere and move. 

My stylist owns the place. She figured out what she wanted to do early in life and has done really well for herself.

 

[Triple Willow]

Okay when I woke up this morning it was 78 outside, now it is 31 with a wind chill of 27.  CRAZY weather!

It looks like a slushie exploded here- sleet sleet and more sleet! lol If the power doesn't go out it will be a miracle.

 

[Triple Willow]

@Deb... You live in a wonderful place. I know I would see the Creator's work all around me there! Your rabbits are neat. Ours are like your bush rabbit. And that seed thingy, so cool and definitely no accident in that design!

 

[Triple Willow]

Well I believe I better go find the candles and flashlights and Poptarts all that. LOL Y'all take care.

 

[Lacy Blues]

I started getting grey in my mid thirties and so started adding subtle lighter shades in with foiling to cover the grey and that worked really well until the grey started taking over...too much and too often to keep from looking like a tri-colored skunk head.

Then I met a lady in her 50s that had the most beautiful white hair and her face was still tan and young and so I wanted to be released from this ritual too. Everyone thought I was too young to "let myself go" but nothing sounded more freeing to me than letting go of trying to be different than what I am. I had no man to impress and happen to think that silver hair is very pretty...especially in the sunlight. Men get to do it and they look handsome, but women aren't allowed to do it or they get accused of "letting yourself go".

My kids fought me on it, the people I worked with fought me on it and my siblings fought me on it....don't know why but, suddenly, everyone thought they owned my hair! My sisters actually got mad about it! I saw an old friend of mine this past year and the first thing she blurted out was, "They run out of box color at the store?" and I pointedly glanced at her head and replied, "Apparently not!".

Some days I think it makes me look old and tired and sometimes I think I love it more than I ever have loved my hair at any other color. It's healthier and saves me money, time and effort. My kids finally admitted they think it is pretty. My mother and siblings still feel like I need color, as do others. For me it's honest and the new normal for me at this stage in my life...this is me! (... it's me, it's me, O Lord, standin' in the need of prayer!

)

Today's women are locked into the barbie doll mind set. You have to have a perfect figure and retain your youth. If you're 50 years old and not trying to look like you're 22, there's something wrong with you. Sister's probably reacted that way because it would be proof positive that they were almost as "old" as they believe you look. I'm with you though. I decided long ago that I wasn't going to color my hair. For one, I don't give a rip. For two, the Lord loves the grey head. I know that 22 was a long long time ago and I refuse to be stuck in someone else's ideal and bondage.

I seem to recall the Walt Disney's "Living Desert" where the film crew did a slow motion of those seeds screwing themselves into the soil, anyone else remember that scene?

I saw that and remember it well. Every time I see one of those things, I remember that clip!

 

[wyoDreamer]

Here is what we got yesterday:




This is what happens when the snow clouds are too low and we end up enveloped by them. I could see the moisture swirling through as fog as the storm moved through, It will take a couple of days for the woodpile to defrost. Good thing I loaded up the house before the storm rolled in.

 

[RachaelS]

wyoDreamer,

Those are amazing pictures! I have never seen that before.

 

[LOVEIGEE]

I started getting grey in my mid thirties and so started adding subtle lighter shades in with foiling to cover the grey and that worked really well until the grey started taking over...too much and too often to keep from looking like a tri-colored skunk head.

Then I met a lady in her 50s that had the most beautiful white hair and her face was still tan and young and so I wanted to be released from this ritual too. Everyone thought I was too young to "let myself go" but nothing sounded more freeing to me than letting go of trying to be different than what I am. I had no man to impress and happen to think that silver hair is very pretty...especially in the sunlight. Men get to do it and they look handsome, but women aren't allowed to do it or they get accused of "letting yourself go".

My kids fought me on it, the people I worked with fought me on it and my siblings fought me on it....don't know why but, suddenly, everyone thought they owned my hair! My sisters actually got mad about it! I saw an old friend of mine this past year and the first thing she blurted out was, "They run out of box color at the store?" and I pointedly glanced at her head and replied, "Apparently not!".

Some days I think it makes me look old and tired and sometimes I think I love it more than I ever have loved my hair at any other color. It's healthier and saves me money, time and effort. My kids finally admitted they think it is pretty. My mother and siblings still feel like I need color, as do others. For me it's honest and the new normal for me at this stage in my life...this is me! (... it's me, it's me, O Lord, standin' in the need of prayer!

)

Love it, love it, love it! You go girl~ Can't wait to meet you SIS!

 

[Beekissed]

Today's women are locked into the barbie doll mind set. You have to have a perfect figure and retain your youth. If you're 50 years old and not trying to look like you're 22, there's something wrong with you. Sister's probably reacted that way because it would be proof positive that they were almost as "old" as they believe you look. I'm with you though. I decided long ago that I wasn't going to color my hair. For one, I don't give a rip. For two, the Lord loves the grey head. I know that 22 was a long long time ago and I refuse to be stuck in someone else's ideal and bondage.

I saw that and remember it well. Every time I see one of those things, I remember that clip!

Exactly! The Lord gave me grey hair right now....it's just a different and still quite wonderful stage in the life He gave me...each stage more wonderful than the last one!

Here is what we got yesterday:




This is what happens when the snow clouds are too low and we end up enveloped by them. I could see the moisture swirling through as fog as the storm moved through, It will take a couple of days for the woodpile to defrost. Good thing I loaded up the house before the storm rolled in.

That's just stunningly beautiful!!! Thank you for sharing those pics! I love snow pics and those are so unique.

Love it, love it, love it! You go girl~ Can't wait to meet you SIS!

I know! I can't wait!