Mosaic Macro Monday

“Growth itself contains the germ of happiness.”
~Pearl S. Buck~

Mosaic Monday and Macro Monday

Hair

This post was inspired by a comment to a post on my other blog, linked to this week’s Friday My Town Shoot Out theme: Self-portraits.

Shabby Girl commented that for some reason she always pictured me as a brunette. Actually, my hair colour has been something of an enigma even to myself over the years. It probably was to my mother as well, because back in the days when she cut my hair herself, she saved some locks and put into my photo album:

 

I was born with dark hair (see below), but by the time I was 1½ years old and had my first haircut, I was light blonde. At the age of five, I was more like medium blonde, and at 13 my hair was so dark that some might consider it brunette. (My passport from age 16 still says medium blond, though. )

I remained dark/medium blonde through my twenties and into my thirties. In my forties when I first began worrying over grey hairs I tried to better the colour from time to time (but without straying too far from my natural colour). In my fifties I gave up and decided to consider myself “ash blonde” until some day when I’ll have to drop the “blonde” part altogether…

1955

Growing up - 2 years old!

13 going on 14

Twenty-One. (Sometimes I had braids!)

40

2012 (please do the math silently)

These days it depends a lot on the light – and perhaps my mood?? – what I see when I look in the mirror (blonde vs. grey). Two things there is no mistake about:

1/ I’m definitely not brunette.
2/ Even if I wished to, I would no longer be able to grow my hair to the length it was in my early twenties. 

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“My real hair color is kind of a dark blonde.
Now I just have mood hair.”
~Julia Roberts~

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Booking Through Thursday – Where??

Booking Through Thursday is a weekly meme about books and reading, hosted by Deb. Her question this week is not about what or why or when, but where to read:

What’s your favorite place to read? Do you have more than one? Can you read anywhere, or do you need things to be “just right?”

Bonus points for sharing a photo of your favorite spot. (grin)

I’m afraid I do fall into the category of readers now who need things to be “just right”. I was more flexible about that when younger, but now, with a combination of neck- and eye-problems, I find it difficult to read anywhere and at any time.

In daylight, I prefer sitting in my lounger in the livingroom (also my TV-chair), with the book/Kindle on a pillow on my lap; or sometimes lying down on the couch behind it. Both these places make good use of the light from the window. A third alternative (preferred at night and in the morning) is my bed in the bedroom.

Lying on the bed I face the window, which is not optimal for reading – but all the more perfect for listening to audio books… watching the clouds drift by in the sky… or the raindrops on the window.

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PS. One place for reading I never understood is the bath tub. How do people DO it without getting the book all wet? Now I just have a shower and there I definitly do not read ;) …

Midweek Blues: Looking into the Future

They’re building a lot of new apartments in my town at the moment. Behind the blue containers the town’s highest building yet is going to rise: 20 storeys. That’s twice as tall as the highest one in the neighbourhood so far. I suspect the top of it must also change the skyline I see from my kitchen window, but I’m still having difficulties imagining quite how. “As the crow flies”,  I live about 500 m from the site (and between here and there, there is the 10 storey building, which I see the top of in winter). 

This photo was taken from the walkpath directly across the river from the building site; which gives me something else to ponder about, from photographer’s point of view: Is there an angle from where the new highrise building’s reflection will fit in the river???

We might have to wait until 2014 to find out…

Linking to Rebecca’s Midweek Blues.

Macro Monday: Rain and Snowberries

For Macro Monday at Lisa’s Chaos.