32 Most Commonly Misused Words and Phrases
Sunday, June07, 2009 |'Writing
So, I was
on Twitter today. Yeah, yeah, I know. Evil spawn, that
thing. Anyway, someone posted a link to a blog about 32
Grammar Mistakes. This blog credited another blog and I
thought, Why
not?
I, too, am a Grammar-a-holic. It drives me insane when people get your/you're and to/two/too wrong. Could of instead of could have sets my teeth grinding. Don't get me started on punctuation. Wandering apostrophes and multiple exclamation points (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) cause me to auto-delete entire posts/emails, simply because I feel my blood pressure rising. (Email etiquette, right. Let me just say... nevermind, too long a topic.) I know, I know. I should have been an editor and writer. Wait, I already am.
Now, wait a minute. That's not to say I don't have lazy or exhausted days and make mistakes. But when it becomes the rule instead of the exception? Yeah, you know who you are! (Insert evil grin here with Wicked Witch cackling, "I'm going to get you, my pretty!)
So, here's the original post. Which ones are your pet peeves?
1.Accept/Except- Although these two words sound alike (they’re homophones), they have two completely different meanings. “Accept” means to willingly receive something (accept a present.) “Except” means to exclude something (I’ll take all of the books except the one with the red cover.)
2. Affect/Effect- The way you “affect” someone can have an “effect” on them. “Affect” is usually a verb and “Effect” is a noun.
3. Alright- If you use “alright,” go to the chalkboard and write “Alright is not a word” 100 times.
4. Capital/Capitol- “Capitol” generally refers to an official building. “Capital” can mean the city which serves as a seat of government or money or property owned by a company. “Capital” can also mean “punishable by death.”
5. Complement/Compliment- I often must compliment my wife on how her love for cooking perfectly complements my love for grocery shopping.
6. Comprise/Compose- The article I’m composing comprises 32 parts.
7. Could Of- Of the 32 mistakes on this list, this is the one that bothers me most. It’s “could have” not “could of.” When you hear people talking, they’re saying “could’ve.” Got it?
8. Desert/Dessert- A desert is a hot, dry patch of sand. Dessert, on the other hand, is the sweet, fatty substance you eat at the end of your meal.
9. Discreet/Discrete- We can break people into two discrete (separate) groups, the discreet (secretive) and indiscreet.
10. Emigrate/Immigrate- If I leave this country to move to Europe, the leaving is emigrating and the arriving is immigrating.
11. Elicit/Illicit- Some people post illicit things on message boards to elicit outrageous reactions from others.
12. Farther/Further- Farther is used for physical distance, whereas further means to a greater degree.
13. Fewer/Less- Use fewer when referring to something that can be counted one-by-one. Use less when it’s something that doesn’t lend itself to a simple numeric amount.
14. Flair/Flare- A flair is a talent, while a flare is a burst (of anger, fire, etc.)
15. i.e/e.g- I.e. is used to say “in other words.” E.g. is used in place of “for example.”
16. Inflammable- Don’t let the prefix confuse you, if something is inflammable it can catch on fire.
17. It’s/Its- It’s= it is. Its=a possessive pronoun meaning of it or belonging to. Whatever you do, please don’t use its’.
18. Imply/Infer- A reader infers what an author implies. In other words, when you imply something, you hint at it. When you infer something, you draw a conclusion based on clues.
19. Literally- If you say “His head literally exploded because he was so mad!” then we should see brains splattered on the ceiling.
20. Lose/Loose- If your pants are too loose you may lose them. That would be almost as embarrassing as misusing these two words.
21. Moral/Morale- Morals are something you want to teach your kids. If your team’s morale is low, you need to do something to boost their confidence.
22. Percent/Percentage- The word “percent” should only be used when a specific number is given. “Percentage” is more of a general term.
23. Stationary/Stationery- You are stationary when you aren’t moving. Stationery is something you write on.
24. Then/Than- “Then” is another word for “after.” Incidentally, the word “then” makes for boring writing. “Than” is a comparative word (e.g. I am smarter than you).
25. There/Their/They’re- There are few things as frustrating as when I look at my students’ writing and they’re misusing these words in their writing.
26. Unique- Something can’t be “kind of unique” or even “very unique.” It’s either one-of-a-kind or it isn’t. There is no in between when it comes to unique.
27. Your/You’re- If I had a nickel for every time I saw this one… yeah, you know the rest. “Your” shows ownership and you’re is a contraction meaning “you are.” Get it right.
28. To/Too/Two- Two is a number. “To” is used in instances such as, “I am going to the store.” If you are supposed to use the word “too,” try inserting the word “extra” or “also.” If one of those fits, you need to also add the extra “o” to make “too.”
29. Lie/Lay- After you lay the books on the table, go lie down on the couch.
30. Sit/Set- Set your drink on the table and sit in your chair. Got it?
31. Whose/Who’s- Whose is the possessive form of who. Who’s is a contraction meaning “who is.”
32. Allude/Elude- When someone alludes to something in conversation (indirectly references), if you aren’t paying attention the meaning may elude you (escape you).
Original post: http://helptutorservices.com/blog/the-32-most-commonly-misused-words-and-phrases/
I, too, am a Grammar-a-holic. It drives me insane when people get your/you're and to/two/too wrong. Could of instead of could have sets my teeth grinding. Don't get me started on punctuation. Wandering apostrophes and multiple exclamation points (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) cause me to auto-delete entire posts/emails, simply because I feel my blood pressure rising. (Email etiquette, right. Let me just say... nevermind, too long a topic.) I know, I know. I should have been an editor and writer. Wait, I already am.
Now, wait a minute. That's not to say I don't have lazy or exhausted days and make mistakes. But when it becomes the rule instead of the exception? Yeah, you know who you are! (Insert evil grin here with Wicked Witch cackling, "I'm going to get you, my pretty!)
So, here's the original post. Which ones are your pet peeves?
1.Accept/Except- Although these two words sound alike (they’re homophones), they have two completely different meanings. “Accept” means to willingly receive something (accept a present.) “Except” means to exclude something (I’ll take all of the books except the one with the red cover.)
2. Affect/Effect- The way you “affect” someone can have an “effect” on them. “Affect” is usually a verb and “Effect” is a noun.
3. Alright- If you use “alright,” go to the chalkboard and write “Alright is not a word” 100 times.
4. Capital/Capitol- “Capitol” generally refers to an official building. “Capital” can mean the city which serves as a seat of government or money or property owned by a company. “Capital” can also mean “punishable by death.”
5. Complement/Compliment- I often must compliment my wife on how her love for cooking perfectly complements my love for grocery shopping.
6. Comprise/Compose- The article I’m composing comprises 32 parts.
7. Could Of- Of the 32 mistakes on this list, this is the one that bothers me most. It’s “could have” not “could of.” When you hear people talking, they’re saying “could’ve.” Got it?
8. Desert/Dessert- A desert is a hot, dry patch of sand. Dessert, on the other hand, is the sweet, fatty substance you eat at the end of your meal.
9. Discreet/Discrete- We can break people into two discrete (separate) groups, the discreet (secretive) and indiscreet.
10. Emigrate/Immigrate- If I leave this country to move to Europe, the leaving is emigrating and the arriving is immigrating.
11. Elicit/Illicit- Some people post illicit things on message boards to elicit outrageous reactions from others.
12. Farther/Further- Farther is used for physical distance, whereas further means to a greater degree.
13. Fewer/Less- Use fewer when referring to something that can be counted one-by-one. Use less when it’s something that doesn’t lend itself to a simple numeric amount.
14. Flair/Flare- A flair is a talent, while a flare is a burst (of anger, fire, etc.)
15. i.e/e.g- I.e. is used to say “in other words.” E.g. is used in place of “for example.”
16. Inflammable- Don’t let the prefix confuse you, if something is inflammable it can catch on fire.
17. It’s/Its- It’s= it is. Its=a possessive pronoun meaning of it or belonging to. Whatever you do, please don’t use its’.
18. Imply/Infer- A reader infers what an author implies. In other words, when you imply something, you hint at it. When you infer something, you draw a conclusion based on clues.
19. Literally- If you say “His head literally exploded because he was so mad!” then we should see brains splattered on the ceiling.
20. Lose/Loose- If your pants are too loose you may lose them. That would be almost as embarrassing as misusing these two words.
21. Moral/Morale- Morals are something you want to teach your kids. If your team’s morale is low, you need to do something to boost their confidence.
22. Percent/Percentage- The word “percent” should only be used when a specific number is given. “Percentage” is more of a general term.
23. Stationary/Stationery- You are stationary when you aren’t moving. Stationery is something you write on.
24. Then/Than- “Then” is another word for “after.” Incidentally, the word “then” makes for boring writing. “Than” is a comparative word (e.g. I am smarter than you).
25. There/Their/They’re- There are few things as frustrating as when I look at my students’ writing and they’re misusing these words in their writing.
26. Unique- Something can’t be “kind of unique” or even “very unique.” It’s either one-of-a-kind or it isn’t. There is no in between when it comes to unique.
27. Your/You’re- If I had a nickel for every time I saw this one… yeah, you know the rest. “Your” shows ownership and you’re is a contraction meaning “you are.” Get it right.
28. To/Too/Two- Two is a number. “To” is used in instances such as, “I am going to the store.” If you are supposed to use the word “too,” try inserting the word “extra” or “also.” If one of those fits, you need to also add the extra “o” to make “too.”
29. Lie/Lay- After you lay the books on the table, go lie down on the couch.
30. Sit/Set- Set your drink on the table and sit in your chair. Got it?
31. Whose/Who’s- Whose is the possessive form of who. Who’s is a contraction meaning “who is.”
32. Allude/Elude- When someone alludes to something in conversation (indirectly references), if you aren’t paying attention the meaning may elude you (escape you).
Original post: http://helptutorservices.com/blog/the-32-most-commonly-misused-words-and-phrases/
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Slim Down Sunday/Sunday
Sunday, May31, 2009
Well, the
weekend is almost over. I've been so busy! I've
gardened, cleaned house and have been attempting to
finish my short story/novella, all the while I've been
reading WIPs for two friends and reading four other
novels for review. Phew! It's a wonder I ever get any
writing done!
It's been a crazy two weeks, as a matter of fact. From PMSing to simply not having the time or energy to cook, I've sabotaged my slim down efforts several times. BUT, I've still managed to lose 6 lbs in 2 weeks. YAY! I've opted to do something that could only be called a derivative of the South Beach Diet.
Most carbs make me crave more carbs, which makes me overeat, and so on. Protein and veggies have really helped me to look at food as fuel and start living the adage "Eat to live, NOT live to eat."
This week I'm adding in more exercise to the mix. So I may see a more rapid weight loss. Either way, I'm on the road to a better me. Cheers!
It's been a crazy two weeks, as a matter of fact. From PMSing to simply not having the time or energy to cook, I've sabotaged my slim down efforts several times. BUT, I've still managed to lose 6 lbs in 2 weeks. YAY! I've opted to do something that could only be called a derivative of the South Beach Diet.
Most carbs make me crave more carbs, which makes me overeat, and so on. Protein and veggies have really helped me to look at food as fuel and start living the adage "Eat to live, NOT live to eat."
This week I'm adding in more exercise to the mix. So I may see a more rapid weight loss. Either way, I'm on the road to a better me. Cheers!
Slim Down Saturday/Sunday
Saturday, May16, 2009
Slim Down
Saturday
So, I am where most women (and dare I say, most Americans) are, have been, or will be at least once in their lives.
Sure, I can quote statistics on how 60% of Americans are overweight or perhaps I could be like the article or blog that blames the weight of the Western world on issues like fast food or modern conveniences such as over 500 TV channels to watch vs. going outside and playing sports or other outdoor activities. I could blame our problems on other modern conveniences like elevators and escalators in buildings or even cars to take us two blocks instead of walking. Perhaps I could even place the onus on the internet and cell phones which keep us in contact with loved ones who live nearby, so that we don’t have to leave our homes at all.
I could. But I won’t.
It really comes down to calories in, calories out. Now, I won’t belabor how some can eat an entire pizza and not gain a pound while others eat two Doritos and gain ten pounds.
Each individual is just that. An individual. That former person may also walk 40,000 steps in his job while the poor weight gainer has a desk job and abnormal body chemistry or genetics.
But let’s not go there. After all, if you’ve been blessed with bad eyes, you don’t bump into walls and bemoan your bad eyesight, do you? You get an eye exam and do something about it!
So here I am ruminating first and foremost about genetic. Immediate family members have various issues like high cholesterol, high blood pressure, obesity and diabetes.
So after seriously examining my genetics, I had to come to some hard and fast conclusions and make some decisions. Unless I change those things in my life that’s obvious in my parents’ lives, I too could be looking at the same future. If course, things being the way they are, there are no guarantees but…
So, stress: the proverbial king AND queen of all banes. How do I handle stress? Probably not very well. My shoulders tense, I clench my jaw, thereby getting headaches and my stomach becomes upset. Oh yeah. And I eat.
When I handle my stress constructively I do yoga, something that after two weeks of stress, I’ve decided to go back to, because my recent stress levels are off the charts. Some is from my Mac crashing (see previous posts), but that’s only part of my concerns. More on those in later posts.
I loathe exercise machines. I do them for a while, then want to toss them out the window. Exercise: the one thing I really enjoy is tae bo and have a few DVDs of various routines. I used to do them at a karate studio. Now I can do them at home. I also recently bought Hip Hop Abs. I haven’t quite gotten into this routine yet.
Time to make these things a part of my life again, eh?
In subsequent Slim Down posts, I’ll write about exercise, nutrition tips, stress relievers and of course, my progress. Wish me luck!
So, I am where most women (and dare I say, most Americans) are, have been, or will be at least once in their lives.
Sure, I can quote statistics on how 60% of Americans are overweight or perhaps I could be like the article or blog that blames the weight of the Western world on issues like fast food or modern conveniences such as over 500 TV channels to watch vs. going outside and playing sports or other outdoor activities. I could blame our problems on other modern conveniences like elevators and escalators in buildings or even cars to take us two blocks instead of walking. Perhaps I could even place the onus on the internet and cell phones which keep us in contact with loved ones who live nearby, so that we don’t have to leave our homes at all.
I could. But I won’t.
It really comes down to calories in, calories out. Now, I won’t belabor how some can eat an entire pizza and not gain a pound while others eat two Doritos and gain ten pounds.
Each individual is just that. An individual. That former person may also walk 40,000 steps in his job while the poor weight gainer has a desk job and abnormal body chemistry or genetics.
But let’s not go there. After all, if you’ve been blessed with bad eyes, you don’t bump into walls and bemoan your bad eyesight, do you? You get an eye exam and do something about it!
So here I am ruminating first and foremost about genetic. Immediate family members have various issues like high cholesterol, high blood pressure, obesity and diabetes.
So after seriously examining my genetics, I had to come to some hard and fast conclusions and make some decisions. Unless I change those things in my life that’s obvious in my parents’ lives, I too could be looking at the same future. If course, things being the way they are, there are no guarantees but…
So, stress: the proverbial king AND queen of all banes. How do I handle stress? Probably not very well. My shoulders tense, I clench my jaw, thereby getting headaches and my stomach becomes upset. Oh yeah. And I eat.
When I handle my stress constructively I do yoga, something that after two weeks of stress, I’ve decided to go back to, because my recent stress levels are off the charts. Some is from my Mac crashing (see previous posts), but that’s only part of my concerns. More on those in later posts.
I loathe exercise machines. I do them for a while, then want to toss them out the window. Exercise: the one thing I really enjoy is tae bo and have a few DVDs of various routines. I used to do them at a karate studio. Now I can do them at home. I also recently bought Hip Hop Abs. I haven’t quite gotten into this routine yet.
Time to make these things a part of my life again, eh?
In subsequent Slim Down posts, I’ll write about exercise, nutrition tips, stress relievers and of course, my progress. Wish me luck!
Is there a Durany in the house?
Friday, May01, 2009
Do Do Do
Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do
I confess. I couldn’t help it. I was humming along to Hungry Like The Wolf. Any Gen Xers out there are sure to start singing along too. You know you want to just do it. I won’t tell.
1982 was a crazy year. I was just learning what hormones were and this fabulous new band was emerging and taking the world by storm. Their very name elicited screams, sighs and a whole lotta singing. Duran Duran.
In touch with the ground
I’m on the hunt I’m after you
Scent and a sound, I’m lost and I’m found
And I’m hungry like the wolf.
In the ensuing years, I was the Durany. Like a persona. I became someone else: posters all over every wall and ceiling space, music waking me in the morning and putting me to sleep at night. I wrote a type of fan fic. Before it was even popular and when I was old enough to drive, I even christened my sports car with a license plate: Durany. Said persona was complete. To my pubescent mind, surely there was NO ONE as big a fan as me.
I went to my first concert in 1984. Yes, ladies, the Seven and the Ragged Tiger Tour. It was, in a word, sublime. Even if my seat was in the nosebleed section.
Three years later I was a little luckier and a little more prepared. I knew a guy who owned a limo company (who I dated briefly and discovered later he was married, the jerk) and it just so happened that he had the Duran account for when the Wild Boys were in town. I wheedled and pled and scored the tail number for their chartered jet. What’s a girl to do with that info? Why, show up at the executive terminal at the airport, make now like my friends and I were someone, and be shown out onto the tarmac, of course!
Autographs all around, then to the concert front row seats, then back to the airport to take a pic with a very tired Simon and a promise to meet the boys in Denver.
Concert pics:
Me, friend Michelle, some guy (Simon le Bon), and friend Laura at the airport after the concert.
Denver started as a trip to visit a friend there, but since she couldn’t be around during the several days of Duran’s visit to her town, I managed to stay in a hotel downtown… right where the band was staying. I was able to spend snippets of two days with various members of the tour. Even though some of the pics might speak to a slightly different train of thought, the guys were nothing but gentlemanly. Dammit.
John Taylor et moi.
Nick Rhodes, looking cool. Notice the license plate in the background.
Shiver me timbers. Look at that awful 80s hair.
A party way too wild for words. Andy Hamilton, saxophonist extraordinaire! (Remember the RIO solo?)
Yes, that's Warren Cuccurullo, guitar player, in bed.
Sweet and sober. ~snicker~
I have a couple of pictures that didn't make it to the scanner and should they do so I'll add them at a later date. They're pretty cool. Anyway...
Now, my enthusiasm for Duran Duran, and music in general, is a little less… enthusiastic. No posters, no frenzied calls to meet the band, no code names, and most of my previous mementos, including autographed tour books and albums and my license plate, is gone. Just a relaxed enjoyment of tunes. But what a time it was…
I confess. I couldn’t help it. I was humming along to Hungry Like The Wolf. Any Gen Xers out there are sure to start singing along too. You know you want to just do it. I won’t tell.
1982 was a crazy year. I was just learning what hormones were and this fabulous new band was emerging and taking the world by storm. Their very name elicited screams, sighs and a whole lotta singing. Duran Duran.
In touch with the ground
I’m on the hunt I’m after you
Scent and a sound, I’m lost and I’m found
And I’m hungry like the wolf.
In the ensuing years, I was the Durany. Like a persona. I became someone else: posters all over every wall and ceiling space, music waking me in the morning and putting me to sleep at night. I wrote a type of fan fic. Before it was even popular and when I was old enough to drive, I even christened my sports car with a license plate: Durany. Said persona was complete. To my pubescent mind, surely there was NO ONE as big a fan as me.
I went to my first concert in 1984. Yes, ladies, the Seven and the Ragged Tiger Tour. It was, in a word, sublime. Even if my seat was in the nosebleed section.
Three years later I was a little luckier and a little more prepared. I knew a guy who owned a limo company (who I dated briefly and discovered later he was married, the jerk) and it just so happened that he had the Duran account for when the Wild Boys were in town. I wheedled and pled and scored the tail number for their chartered jet. What’s a girl to do with that info? Why, show up at the executive terminal at the airport, make now like my friends and I were someone, and be shown out onto the tarmac, of course!
Autographs all around, then to the concert front row seats, then back to the airport to take a pic with a very tired Simon and a promise to meet the boys in Denver.
Concert pics:
Me, friend Michelle, some guy (Simon le Bon), and friend Laura at the airport after the concert.
Denver started as a trip to visit a friend there, but since she couldn’t be around during the several days of Duran’s visit to her town, I managed to stay in a hotel downtown… right where the band was staying. I was able to spend snippets of two days with various members of the tour. Even though some of the pics might speak to a slightly different train of thought, the guys were nothing but gentlemanly. Dammit.
John Taylor et moi.
Nick Rhodes, looking cool. Notice the license plate in the background.
Shiver me timbers. Look at that awful 80s hair.
A party way too wild for words. Andy Hamilton, saxophonist extraordinaire! (Remember the RIO solo?)
Yes, that's Warren Cuccurullo, guitar player, in bed.
Sweet and sober. ~snicker~
I have a couple of pictures that didn't make it to the scanner and should they do so I'll add them at a later date. They're pretty cool. Anyway...
Now, my enthusiasm for Duran Duran, and music in general, is a little less… enthusiastic. No posters, no frenzied calls to meet the band, no code names, and most of my previous mementos, including autographed tour books and albums and my license plate, is gone. Just a relaxed enjoyment of tunes. But what a time it was…
Going Grey
Tuesday, April28, 2009 |'Personal Musings
I got my
first grey at 17 years old. Different theories fault
genetics, poor nutrition or trauma. Regardless, for the
first couple of years, I was able to pull the hairs. An
old wives’ tale states that for each hair you pull, two
more will take its place. Is that believable? Who’s to
say? But by the age of 25-26, I was over 50% grey and
actually had to start coloring my hair. I say ‘hah’
because our American culture shuns anything that might
remotely connote being old, and let’s face it: grey
hair means aged in almost every instance.
During the course of my almost seven-year marriage, my grey hair grew exponentially (I wonder what my body was trying to tell me?) My hair also grows prolifically— one to 1 ½ inches per month. Therefore, my newly colored hair looked nice for about, oh ten days. The rest of the month I’d spend my hair care time attempting to camouflage the growing roots. This also means I’ve had to recolor my hair every 3-5 weeks.
I’ve tried dark brown with red highlights, dark brownish-red with blonde highlights, and recently light reddish brown with profuse blonde highlights, all in a feverish attempt to make my grey not so noticeable. Let me reiterate the feverish and obsessive part.
A few months ago, I decided to go for the gusto and cut about 9 inches off my ends. Now I sport a ‘do that’s shorter than anything I’ve worn since the 5th grade. I thought if my curls were shorter and more layered I’d be able to hide the grey. It IS more effective but by the end of the month, it’s still noticeable.
About 2 months ago, I decided I’d had it. Seriously. The cost, the time, the maintenance was all just too annoying to continue this crazy merry-go-round.
Once I made my decision, many naysayers came out of the woodwork. It will make me look too old was the general consensus. Then I found pics of Emmylou Harris and others who were bucking the system in favor of going au naturel. And why shouldn’t we?
Who says that grey equates old? Hell, I’ve seen eighty-year-old women who refuse to leave the house with 3 pounds of makeup and their bright red hair perfectly coiffed. Sorry, Charlie, elderly is elderly. Grey hair is NOT a criterium.
So here I am, six weeks into the process. I see a stylist on 4/22 to do some cutting and maybe some more highlighting. We see what happens. The plan is to cut some now and then in a couple months, whatever ‘color’ is left over, cut that off. What’s the worst that can happen? I’ll hate it, decide it’s not what I want after all and opt to dye it once again? Maybe so. Right now, however, I’m enjoying the growth and prefer to think of my journey as the grand adventure on the road to authenticity. Stay tuned. I’ll soon be posting pics when it becomes more noticeable.
Until later…
During the course of my almost seven-year marriage, my grey hair grew exponentially (I wonder what my body was trying to tell me?) My hair also grows prolifically— one to 1 ½ inches per month. Therefore, my newly colored hair looked nice for about, oh ten days. The rest of the month I’d spend my hair care time attempting to camouflage the growing roots. This also means I’ve had to recolor my hair every 3-5 weeks.
I’ve tried dark brown with red highlights, dark brownish-red with blonde highlights, and recently light reddish brown with profuse blonde highlights, all in a feverish attempt to make my grey not so noticeable. Let me reiterate the feverish and obsessive part.
A few months ago, I decided to go for the gusto and cut about 9 inches off my ends. Now I sport a ‘do that’s shorter than anything I’ve worn since the 5th grade. I thought if my curls were shorter and more layered I’d be able to hide the grey. It IS more effective but by the end of the month, it’s still noticeable.
About 2 months ago, I decided I’d had it. Seriously. The cost, the time, the maintenance was all just too annoying to continue this crazy merry-go-round.
Once I made my decision, many naysayers came out of the woodwork. It will make me look too old was the general consensus. Then I found pics of Emmylou Harris and others who were bucking the system in favor of going au naturel. And why shouldn’t we?
Who says that grey equates old? Hell, I’ve seen eighty-year-old women who refuse to leave the house with 3 pounds of makeup and their bright red hair perfectly coiffed. Sorry, Charlie, elderly is elderly. Grey hair is NOT a criterium.
So here I am, six weeks into the process. I see a stylist on 4/22 to do some cutting and maybe some more highlighting. We see what happens. The plan is to cut some now and then in a couple months, whatever ‘color’ is left over, cut that off. What’s the worst that can happen? I’ll hate it, decide it’s not what I want after all and opt to dye it once again? Maybe so. Right now, however, I’m enjoying the growth and prefer to think of my journey as the grand adventure on the road to authenticity. Stay tuned. I’ll soon be posting pics when it becomes more noticeable.
Until later…