December 4, 2001

The Adventures of Paisley Blue Another first -- last night I dyed my hair. I was a little nervous, but Michael and I picked the color out together, and he did all the messy work. After the waiting period, I took a shower until the water ran clear and voila I now have red hair. One of the reasons I finally made the decision to dye my hair was the comment I heard this weekend about how lovely my "salt-and-pepper" hair was. That was like cold water in the face. That is when I finally decided to take the plunge. I am very happy that I did. The color looks nice, the gray is gone, and I feel very light-hearted about it. Is there some kind of saying that goes with being a redhead -- y'know, like how "blondes have more fun"? I need to investigate that... Earlier Michael and I went out and got our nails done. One of his thumbnails had popped off a couple days ago, and yesterday he lost another nail, so we went to get them replaced and I decided to change colors of nail polish. We went on a miniature shopping spree at K-Mart, for necessities of course. We bought him some pj's and socks for both of us. We bought holiday M&M's and a key-entry doorknob for our bedroom door. We bought soft cushy slippers for each of us. We bought the Star Wars Episode 1 DVD and watched it last night. It was just an awesome shopping experience. Before going to sleep we got in a little pillow fight. Caught unprepared, I got hit in the eye. Immediately Michael stopped and scooped me up in his arms, stroking my hair and checking to see that I was alright. He spoke softly into my ear while soothing me until I was all better. The tenderness and love I felt were nearly overwhelming and quite wonderful. Later I told him how much that meant to me, and then we settled down to sleep. During the night, Michael snuggled up to me for the first time I am consciously aware of... we slept in spoons for quite a while and I was in heaven because he is so warm. He was snoring in my ear but I did not push him away. I wanted him there. Yet later in the night when I was snuggling up to him, he woke me to say if I was going to snore, I could not snuggle with him. I'm afraid I got piquish and replied that when he was snoring, I did not push him away, and that I did not mean to snore. Still, I turned away. We are just now in our third week of living together, still learning about each other, still adjusting. I am still very happy and from what I can tell, he seems to be happy, too. I have made a lot of changes, but I haven't made snap decisions to change. When it comes to my nails, or my hair, I thought about it and talked about it for a while before taking the plunge. I guess I've moved a little past the impetuous spontaneity of my youth, but perhaps part of that is I hate regretting things that take a long time to correct. Just a thought... ~Paisley Blue

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