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Duran Duran Is Responsible For My Hair Color

Duran Duran Is Responsible For My Hair Color

When I was born, I had a head full of dark hair. By the time I was a year, it had all fallen out and lighter hair grew in. (Oddly enough, my own daughter was the same way.) It was fairly light for a long time, but as I got older, it got darker.

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And, though it bummed me out, I was a kid. What was I going to do about it? I was stuck with it as far as I was concerned. Until I fell in love…

When I discovered John Taylor and Duran Duran, suddenly I felt the need to make my bangs blonde.

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Thanks to this product, I could do it myself.sunin

Sadly (or thankfully, depending on how you look at it), I have no photos of my tragic hair mistake. What I do have is photos of what came next. See, I wasn’t able to keep it JUST to my bangs, and so to fix the mistake, I had to put the sun in EVERYWHERE.

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My mother wasn’t crazy about the brassy/orange tone, so we went to a salon and I got highlights. The rest, they say, is history.

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Here’s my senior portrait, highlights, bangs, and all.

Over the years, my hair has been several shades of blonde, and I decided to try going brunette at one point after I had my first child.

 

Eventually, that was too dark for me and my hair faded and my roots were lighter than my hair, which was the opposite problem that I usually faced.

For now, I feel more “myself” as a blonde. I suppose I’ll be blonde for several more years. At least until I decide to just let the gray take over. Until then, you can find me at the salon every few months.

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~Genevieve

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What Are We Learning From The Olympics?

I love the Olympics.

I have ever since I was a child and I’d see the gymnasts do such amazing things. According to my mother, I used to walk on the back of the couch as if it was a balance beam. In my very early teens, I watched the US Men’s Gymnastics team win gold, and fell in love with Mitch Gaylord.

Mitch is the 3rd from the left.

As I got older, I’d watch the Olympics, rooting for the USA. I was always impressed with other athletes, but no matter what, I rooted for “Our Team” to win.

Now that I’m an adult and have children, I look at the Olympics slightly differently. Sure, I root for the US athletes MOST of the time, but I also look for athletes who are more than just good at what they do. I look for athletes I’d be proud to show my children.

This Olympics, I’ve seen some amazing athletes from all around the globe, and the ones who impress me most, and whom I love to show to my children, are NOT just the BEST. They’re the ones who show excellent sportsmanship.

The ones who inspire. The ones who are overjoyed when they get a silver.

The ones who run even when injured so their teammates have a chance at their dreams.

The ones who are just happy to make it to the  Olympics and compete.

The ones who have no track to run on, so they make one in the middle of a field.

The ones who hug their opponents without a scowl.

These are the moments we show the kids, and talk about how gracious the athletes are, and how they’re not throwing fits for getting a silver.

Then there’s the other side.

The ugly tears when silver is achieved, but not gold.

The one who shoves her coach aside when she made a mistake.

The one who cries in a corner instead of congratulating the winning opponent.

The ones who act like their lives are ruined for getting anything less than gold.

It’s moments like those when we talk about how unsportsmanlike it is to throw fits when you don’t win.

My husband tried to explain that “You don’t go to the Olympics to get a silver.” I suppose that’s right, to some degree. You go to the Olympics to do your best and hope to win, but with ALL the athletes competing against you – only ONE gets the gold. And as hard as it is to realize it, the fact is the chances of you coming home empty-handed is far greater than coming home with a medal.

So, athletes, I salute those of you who are true champions – with or without medals. I salute those of you who show all of us what perseverance, hard work, and dedication can do; however I salute those who show just how to be incredible sports and human beings even more. Thanks to those of you who are being true model athletes.

And to those of you who didn’t win. Go ahead and have a good cry at home. While you’re on the field or in the pool or in the gym – lift your chin up, hold your head high, congratulate the winners, and be proud of yourself for doing your best. And, if you didn’t do your best, don’t blame it on someone else.

 

Finding Motivation

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I’ve had a lot of excuses for not exercising lately.

I don’t want to workout when we have workers at the house.

I have too much work to do!

I can’t exercise when the kids’ friends are over.

It’s too hot.

I can’t exercise after my allergy shots. (This one is legit, but I just have to wait a few hours.)

This morning I was going to exercise before shots and playdates, and then I realized that if I didn’t clean up a bit before leaving the house, I’d really regret it. So I won’t be able to exercise  til later in the afternoon.

And as the excuses pile up, all I can think of is the Olympic athletes, who most likely NEVER say that it’s too anything to workout. They just simply know they have to do it.

Especially Oscar Pistorius. Don’t know who he is?

Go Here. Then Google his name and you’ll read articles about him and you’ll be impressed. Amazed. Inspired.

From what I can see from his tweets and photos, he can get some nasty blisters on his legs from the blades. Yet, he still runs. He could easily say, “Forget it!” But he doesn’t.

So, while I’m not an athlete, and not trying to do something spectacular, the simple fact is I need to stop making excuses.

Feel free to hold me to it and ask me if I’m living up to my promise.

And feel free to chastise me if I fail.

Because at the very least, I’d like to look good (and fit) in these jeans.

Finding Inspiration

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A few months ago, my literary agent asked me if I had any new ideas for a book. That it would be a good time to go to the publishers with an idea while Vampire Knits was doing so well. I had two ideas that I thought were pretty darn good ones, and she took them to the publisher. They loved the first idea. In fact, they loved it so much they were already working with another author on something dangerously similar. They sort-of liked the second idea, but wondered if I had any others.

Now, when I sat down and wrote the first book, it wasn’t because I thought it would be published. It was for fun. I had dreams that it would be published some day, but I was so far away from it actually becoming a reality, I was doing it for the sheer fun and love of the idea itself. Add to that, I had several designers who were equally as enthusiastic, and it was a piece of cake.

Once I was asked to come up with other ideas, that was tough.

I became obsessed with trying to find new ideas for knitting projects or themes. I looked in the grocery store. I looked in the mall. I looked at the moms walking around the school at pick-up. I looked on the internet for a gap that I could fill (have you ever looked for something that WASN’T there? It’s impossible.). I looked in the yarn shops. I looked on tv and in movies. I looked in nature. I looked at the gym, for crying out loud.

My gym, inspirational for fitness, not for knitting.

I’d run ideas past my husband, past friends, past my hairdresser. I’d run ideas past my agent, and even my trainer at the gym. Tons of suggestions came my way. None of them inspired me to do anything.

So, I let it sit. I decided I had some time to figure things out. My agent was moving and taking some time off, and lots of people in the publishing field are on vacation, so I figured I’d relax and give myself some time to quiet my mind, and maybe something would come to me.

Last week we got back from vacation, and I got a little nagging feeling that was beginning to take shape. It grew to an idea, and I nurtured it and gave it room to grow, and soon it became constant in my thoughts. Inspiration came to me in something my family was doing together. Inspiration came in something that reminded me of my youth, and of simpler times. I don’t know if when I flesh it out it will become my next big project, or if it’ll be turned down by the powers that be. I do know that I’m finally excited about something and I’m finally inspired.

Ready to get my knit on!

 

My question is what inspires YOU? When you’re looking for an answer to a question, or a creative project, or an idea for work or home, where do you look? Where’s the most unusual or most mundane place you’ve found inspiration?

 

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