Category Archives: Bloggers Log
This section holds the blogs that have been posted documenting the recent road trips I have undertaken along with updates of the retirement challenges that I have been set.
I have previously mentioned my annoyance of a Facebook post where a friend in renouncing hair dye in favour of ‘going gray’ chose to add a clip insinuating anyone choosing not to ditch the dye were ‘letting the sisterhood down’. To me this sent an underlying implication that older women really shouldn’t colour their hair & should feel guilty for doing so.
I don’t see red often but this made me seethe leading me to comment angrily back & find I was not the only one to feel irritated. Interestingly the backlash comments essentially agreed that women often are made to feel guilty about their life choices & this was simply another they didn’t need. To my mind women should be able to wear their hair in what ever style & colour they wish regardless of age.
For the record I have long messed about with the style & colour of my hair from packet colours & perms in the 8o’s to more vibrant hues of late. In my aggrieved state I engaged my hairdresser & ideas from Pinterest to find me a suitably outrageous colour scheme that resulted in a bleached white & neon green colour combo. I will leave you to decide whether it remains my favourite style because it was the first of several statement hair colours or the number of compliments from random young men it attracted!
For me sassy hair equates to sassy attitude & my hairdresser Luke has been a great my partner in creative crime. Bold colour combos helping me personally conquer the fear (mentioned last blog) that seems ready to loom large leading many to cave into conformity.
Societal ‘judgy attitude’ towards older women has long been around as experienced pre lockdown visiting a builders merchant to purchase lime mortar. The middle aged male perpetrator clearly thought he was entitled to make offensive hair based comments to me if delivered in a ‘pseudo jokey’ style despite the fact that he did not offer the same sort of remarks to the the man in front of me. Still I plaster walls I am made of stern stuff & have long been trying to build immunity to this sort of abuse. Although it seems that a well placed comment on their Facebook page regarding their customer policy was justified. Especially as the same assistant was very circumspect when I returned a few days later for more supplies.
What a great contrast though later that week on purchasing a sandwich in a different shop. The young male cashier serving me not only told me my hair was cool but engaged in a conversation about the pro’s & cons on bleaching. Certainly made sure I Tweeted a shout out to his company on what a great customer experience could be had in that store. So I live in hope that times are slowly a changing.
Lockdown brought cancellation of salon visits for many for the foreseeable future posing the dilemma of what to do instead. Well for starters forget panic buying toilet rolls I opted instead to send my daughter on a foray for bleach & hair dye!
Then step two of the plan to get luscious lockdown locks get her to bleach & colour your hair – simples.
You can watch the experience if you are brave enough!
Until next time – Stay safe fellow readers where ever you are.
Whilst writing this on a Sunday I confess that it does not feel like the weekend. Lockdown days are now some what of an amorphous blob of what has been coined the ‘new normal’.
I still awake & go out across the fields for my morning doggless walk (some habits are hard to break) but now head back for a 20 minute self inflicted beasting by app plus stretch & roller. Breakfast is followed by a quick shower & weather depending getting on with some sort of task that is on the stay at home ‘to do’ list.
In the slightly dystopian world we now seem to be inhabiting I find that my mid week ‘day of rest’ via the exercise app now supplants Sunday as the anchor point of the week. The new topsy turvy living will likely see us emerge as vegetarians as a result of the role reversal living my daughter & I have indulged in where she has been doing the cooking & shopping leaving me free to sneak off to my office to spend time learning how to make animated video clips & take part in zoom meetings.
My moving background of tropical fish on zoom generated that ‘but retired women don’t do tech’ reaction that is so sadly familiar. I didn’t have a computer at home until I was in my late 20’s & my involvement with computers limited. However times change & with determination I have been able to improve my skills with a little perseverance. Fear of all things seems to be the stumbling block which seems to creep up with chin hair & the need for reading glasses. The secret then is to make a pact with yourself to try & thwart it at every opportunity so that is my mission.
I happened on a saying on Pinterest the other day that I saved which intimated that the minute you felt too old to do something then then that’s the time to give it a go. Hence in my case the unicycling & juggling. Both have been hampered by a small procedure to one led initially then the lockdown so I am endeavouring to try & get going with them again. Filming will also be a challenge because I am not used to talking & filming myself. Added to which trying to balance on one wheel when you can’t even ride a two wheeled cycle might be entertaining to say the least.
As I post this I am almost ready to switch the ‘on’ button to a music based project that I have been working on & toying with the idea of enrolling on an online creative writing course. One thing for sure the lockdown time for me personally certainly has not proved boring & I am well on the way to a ‘six pack’! Well four out of six isn’t too bad & I still have a week to go before the ‘bangin body’ regime finishes. Its definitely having an effect & I believe I will be incorporating this daily effort for long after lockdown ends.
Meanwhile I am off to lime paint a section of wall that I replastered a few days ago. The joys of living in an old building in the depths of rural England means there is always some kind of repair waiting to be done.
Catch you all later & meanwhile find something interesting or challenging to do & stay safe.