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Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.

Tuesday, December 01, 2009

Scribble and Scrambles ~ Random Wiglets


I received one of "those" compliments.

You know. The ones that are very flattering BUT.

A new family at church has apparently figured out that I'm not easily wounded/offended which is a really great thing.

I'm thrilled that they've pegged my fun side and know that I have a sense of humor and of the absurd.

Seems the youngest kid in the family has a slightly dramatic flair AND a wig collection. Both parents, and a few others who were there, mentioned that the wig-obsessed girl was donning wigs and came out in a wildly curly wig saying. "Look at me. I'm Kelly."

Unfortunately, the wig was curly AND GRAY!!!!! Hmmm.

Therein is my angst. Have I now crossed over from peppa and salt to salt and peppa?


Oh well. That is easily remedied should I choose to go there. At least she didn't wear a nasty monster mask.


4 comments:

Nora St. Laurent said...

Ha! Ha! Kids!! They say the darndest things!! :D

Anonymous said...

Oh Kelly kelly kelly kelly kelly...as someone who TRIED to convince you to stave off the appearance of aging, I now must rescind my prior comments. I LOVE your flecks of silver. It is gorgeous. You should know better than to EVER listen to anyone with a dramatic flair...children or 40 year olds.
Xta

Kim said...

Kelly, what a precious post!!

I was given a gift of a salon appointment just over a year ago that included some "color" on my hair. Never did that before. The lady was very talented, and soon had me considering all kinds of possibilities.

Now, after about three hair cuts, my youngest will say to me, "Mom, I see your gray! You need more color!" How hilarious! He never noticed it before!! So, I just let the beautician go about two shades lighter than my natural color, that way I can go less frequently, and no gray! She tells me I'm about 25% gray now...at 42, who'd a thunk it?

I doubt I'll keep it up indefinitely, but for now, it's a little boost to keep me feeling spry!

However, if my hair was as beautiful with curls and gray that crowns your head...I'd leave it alone!

Kelly Klepfer said...

: )Thanks for the comments, Ladies.