from Catherine Castle
I’m a blonde. I was born a towhead blonde. I had lovely blonde hair most of my young life. I have always been a blonde. I will always be a blonde until such time as my hair comes in a beautiful silver shade, which is only happening at my temples right now.
After hearing the Facebook quip, I thought Why is that so funny? I’m beginning to resemble that remark. Then I pulled out my cell phone to take a picture of the top of my head.
I have a ½ inch dark streak at the crown of my head. It’s shot with silver, but not enough to lay claim to beautiful. In fact, it looks a bit like a reverse, skunk streak. No “Darling I am growing old, silver threads among the gold,” for me. It’s more like “Darling, I am growing old, dishwater blonde among the gold.” Not pretty. In fact it’s downright ugly. It looked much worse than what I could see in the bathroom mirror. And, no, I’m not going to show you that photo. I don’t want to give you nightmares. It’s bad enough that I saw it.
In this forced stay-at-home time, many people are thinking “When can I go back to work? When can the kids go back to school? When can I go see a movie or eat a sit-down meal at a restaurant?” Not me. My first outing thought is “When can I go to the beauty parlor?”
I just hope I don’t have to wait as long for an appointment as I’ve had to wait to buy toilet paper. A girl can only stand so much, after all.
If you’re waiting for your next beauty appointment, or any other non-COVID-19 event, check out Catherine’s multi-award-winning, inspirational romantic suspense The Nun and the Narc. This action-packed adventure will take your mind off your COVIS-19 troubles—for a while at least.
Nuns shouldn’t look, talk, act, or kiss like Sister Margaret Mary O’Connor—at least that’s what Jed Bond thinks. She hampers his escape plans with her compulsiveness and compassion, and in the process makes Jed question his own beliefs. After years of walling up his emotions in an attempt to become the best agent possible, Sister Margaret is crumbling Jed’s defenses and opening his heart. To lure her away from the church would be unforgivable—to lose her unbearable.
Catherine loves writing, reading, traveling, singing, watching movies, and the theatre. In the winter she loves to quilt and has a lot of UFOs (unfinished objects) in her sewing case. In the summer her favorite place to be is in her garden. She’s passionate about gardening and even won a “Best Hillside Garden” award from the local gardening club.
Learn more about Catherine Castle on her website and blog. Stay connected on Facebook and Twitter. Be sure to check out Catherine’s Amazon author page and her Goodreads page. You can also find Catherine on Stitches Thru Time and the SMP authors blog site.
As a fellow blonde, I feel your pain, and see your roots! LOL! Great and fun post, Catherine. Thanks!ReplyDelete
I tried covering them with a spray on product but all that did was make the top of my head sticky. And it doesn't wash out easily. What's a gal to do? I'm not sure which is worse. Thanks for coming by.Delete
I'm able to dye my own hair, thankfully. Just hope I can get the dye, however, or I shall be grey as a badger quite soon! Lovely post that addresses all our concerns!ReplyDelete
Even if I did my own hair the two arm surgeries I had last year make it very hard to reach the top of my head. I'd have to use a hairdresser to get it all even. Hope you can find ypur hair product! Thanks for drooping by.ReplyDelete
Sheesh! Dropping by not drooping.Delete
Thanks for hosting me today, Sloane. Hopefully, I'll look better the next time I drop by. :-)ReplyDelete
Great post. Thanks for sharing.ReplyDelete
As a former blonde, now a blondish-white, I appreciate this insight into the Perils of Being Blonde. Nice post.ReplyDelete
Thanks for the entertaining post and a peek at The Nun and the Narc. Best wishes!ReplyDelete