Month: March 2016

Three moves are as good as a fire.  So, after moving six times in fifteen years of marriage, the only 200-pound furnishing still found in my home is my husband.  And my mom’s 1964 Steinway piano…but that’s another story for another time.

Perhaps, my many moves not only indicate a lack of old stuff, but also a lack of stability on my part.  Yet, perhaps, they also show a sense of adventure.  I guess I find packing boxes more fulfilling and less life risking than say mountain climbing or skydiving.  Besides, isn’t the goal of any of those escapades just to end up on a different spot of land than from where you began?  I simply prefer furniture pads to knee pads.

I must also confess that I love the attention of coming and going.  A neighborhood never comes alive more than when someone new arrives or when someone established departs.  During our most recent move from California (also our most frequent move – to and from) we had neighbors coming over saying how much they were going to miss us, and all I could think was I’ve never even seen the inside of your house.  I had one neighbor send us a Christmas card (the first in our three years of knowing one another) two weeks after we’d moved, and I found out I’d been referring to them as the Goldsmith family when they were really the Goldberg family. Clearly, we were very close.  Still, the attention was great, and so were the sticky buns (Thank you Nelson Nielsen family!).

Nevertheless, my wanderlust is waning.  I no longer have the burning (pardon the pun) desire to see if the grass is greener on the other side.  The attention you get with hellos and goodbyes lacks something when compared to the affection that grows over years of sticking around.  I’ve realized it’s time to trade in my moving for a little more meaning…and take up mountain climbing.

This is not a hair blog. Okay, I will speak of my hair often and with impunity – but what middle-aged woman wouldn’t? There are the debates about length, the torments of to-curl-or-not-to-curl, to-straighten-or-not-to-straighten, and the inevitable five-inch long grey hairs that show up on random mornings with me swearing they were not present the night before. How does grey hair grow 100 times faster than brown hair? Perhaps I’m no longer growing brown hair…except for “down there,” and that will be a whole other topic I occasionally reference.

But, I digress. This is not a hair blog. While I have been trying to grow out my bangs for nearly three years now (ever since I cut them in a vain attempt to look younger), Growing Out Bangs is a blog that addresses those tasks in life that seem so simple and so easy to accomplish, yet they take gargantuan amounts of patience and self-control to pull off…or leave on, as the case may be.

This blog will highlight the low-lights of trying new things and failing, or trying old things and forgetting how. May it be edifying, educational, and downright entertaining. Thanks for reading and looking at life from my point of view – through my bangs.