…Maybe it’s the fact that I couldn’t remember a time when it wasn’t winter; perhaps it’s simply because I’d been feeling stagnant lately.  No matter what the reason, the fact was this: I needed change.

And when I say “change,” I mean the good kind: the uplifting, awe-inspiring, and {just in case} the easy-to-switch-back kind.  Nothing too big and scary, just…change.

First up was a new header for the blog.  Poor Kyle and I struggled for an hour last night trying to put one together…but to no avail.  It was a very “off” day.

See what I mean?  Quirky, yes; but it just wasn’t coming together properly.  No bueno.

Finally we decided to sleep on it, and whaddya know?  I woke up with an inspiration. Little by little, that inspiration spread its wings and flew, and eventually turned into this new-and-improved web design.

{Sorry, by the way, if you’re one of those haters who can’t stand the sight of pink.  I have always liked pink.  I even used to wear it a lot, but those days were about three years and 10 pounds ago, so it will be another few weeks before I can wear my old pink clothes again.  Anyway, if you hate pink, it’s going to be a long couple of months for you, because I’m quite enraptured by this new layout, and don’t intend to change it for awhile.  Too bad, so sad.}

So I woke up with the inspiration for a springtime, whimsical sort of blog look; sketched out a few things for my tech guy (PK); and headed out into the -6°F weather to run some errands.  When I came back, not only had Poor Kyle finished everything I’d asked, but he’d made some other hugely beneficial changes to the layout of my blog, and I was delighted.  We worked some more on colouring issues, and then I was struck with another inspiration:

Why stop with my blog?  Why not overhaul my own look?  So I phoned the Mayberry hair salon and booked an appointment for 2 p.m.  When the hour approached, I arrived at the salon, took my seat [and a deep breath], and boldly told the stylist, “I want to go back to my natural colour.”

Considering I’d been faking blond-ness for the past six years, this was a big deal.

But I am thrilled with the change.  Firstly, it’s going to look much less horrific than the blond version in two months (because I’m pretty bad about keeping up on my roots).  Secondly, I might go ahead and keep my natural hair colour for awhile—maybe even years.  Heaven knows it’s more cost-effective, especially since I can’t get it done for next to nothing anymore.

But mostly, I’ve just decided that, for now anyway, I don’t want to put on any more airs.  The truth is, I’m not blonde.  I used to be, when I was a wee lass, but those days, like the 10-pounds-ago-pink-days, are gone.  So why fake it? Sure, it is fun and quirky and even looks good for the first four weeks, but it’s not me.  Not anymore, anyway.  I can’t promise I’ll never go back to blonde.  In fact, I’m sure I will.  But for now, this change is refreshing—I feel like a new person, or maybe just a remake of the old one, but either way, it’s nice.

Thank you to Poor Kyle, who has been slaving all day at the computer screen.  Where would I be without my tech guy?

And who knows?  These changes might be just the stuff to get me through ’til spring.

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