Crochet on!

This, my friends, I am happy to say, is my first garment made with my own crochet hooks. After all these tiny ornaments, doilies and such, I finally took a deep breath and made myself a short sleeved pullover. I love it very much, although I wish it was somewhat longer. I used a different yarn than recommended, it is a wool from Drops Design, so the measurements are not what I expected, but I am still happy with the outcome. I chose this yarn because I fell in love with the colour, and it matches my hair dye, which is a nice touch. I even bought a lipstick in this shade, because girls just wanna have colour coordinated fun. And now on to the next project.

What a wonderful world

I have been sick for over a week. Sore throat, runny nose, constant coughing. I did, however, go outside a lot, as life goes on and things must get done. Did a bit of xmas shopping too. I find it amazing, because normally my depression won't even let me out of bed when I feel weak, and I recognise the irony in using the word normally to describe my non-standard mental issues.
During my rounds I was blessed by witnessing some amazing natural phenomena. I am very proud of my ability of spotting beauty regardless of my moods. It helped me through many a dark days, and I am very thankful to have it. I snapped a few photos with my mobile, let me share them with you.

Breaking news

For the very first time in seven years, my daughter finally caved in to my pleas and let me, wait for it, braid her hair!

Mommy is really over the moon now.

Back in the habit

Okay, I tried. I really tried. I know I have a long face, most of it consists of my big square forehead. I know I lost interest in beauty products and no longer feel like wasting any time on my looks. I know that the most logical thing would be to wear bangs. It is easy to manage and makes me look less like a hobby horse. But I cannot stand it. Seriously, it makes me nervous. I'd much rather have my hair hang into my eye and mouth than feel it cover my forehead. I swear I tried, several times. Can. Not. Do. It.
I also decided to not dye my hair any more. Red will be missed, and I loved experimenting with different styles. I love how much a new hair colour transforms your whole character. At least it does for me. I cannot behave the same way with jet black hair as I do with auburn or blonde locks. It just summons a different angle of my personality and lets me channel it with ease.
I never really liked my original, dull, dark brown hair. However, as I said before, I found myself no longer bothered by my looks. Also, I don't know if you can tell by this cell phone picture, but I am growing grey. Shining silver strands are speckled all over my scalp. And I'm loving it. I love the way I change with age. I want to be able to watch it happen, so no way I am covering it with dye. I wonder if my hair will be as beautiful silver as my mother's. She still dyes her hair red, but in the time between colouring sessions I see the roots sparkle. I tried to convince her to lay off dying, but she hates having gone grey. I, on the other hand, cannot wait.
I wonder if there is a washable silver hair dye available. :D