Platinum Diane

Another new hair color. Why not?

Sunshine above my shoulders

Since January and especially after Max moved to Barcelona without me, I kept track of the Catalan weather through a customized, desktop widget. As I suffered through the grey, damp, German winter, my weather widget told me that Max was enjoy near spring-like conditions in Spain. Day in day out for nearly 90 days, I saw clouds, while Max soaked up the sun rays.

A good wife would be happy for her husband's fortune, but I was green with envy. It wasn't too long before I created another widget--a countdown until the move to Barcelona--which accompanied my weather tracker and gave me hope that I, too, would soon see the glowing orb which had eluded me through an especially harsh German winter.

As the countdown ticked down--5 days, 4 days, 3, 2, 1--you can imagine my excitement. Soon, so very soon, I would no longer need those Vitamin D supplements because I'd be soaking up fortified, solar rays.

Only now that I've moved, I haven't seen the sun. This week, Barcelona is having German-like weather including cool temperatures, clouds, and lots of rain.

Did I bring the German weather with me? Have I offended Mother Nature and didn't realize it?

What's a woman to do when she desperately needs a lift and the gloomy weather isn't providing one?

She creates her own sunshine by changing her hair style, trading tired, old blonde highlights in for an even lighter, brighter, all-over, blond hair color.

What do you think?




(PS. No comments about my purple and green pajamas, please!)

Hair woes

I called to make a hair appointment for next week. I don't know why I am even bothering. It's not as if I am going to have a good hair day for some time to come. Blonde highlights, which lifted my natural shade and gave my fine, thin locks a little body will be whacked off and not retouched because color, like so many things I love, is potentially harmful to a pregnancy.

I thought fine wines and martinis would be the things I missed most during a 9-month stint, but I now believe it will be the sense of renewal I felt every time I emerged from my stylist freshly coifed.

To be honest, I don't even know what my original hair color looks like anymore. A month shy of 41, I am sure little grey monsters now rule the roost up on my crown, but I've never actually had to face the reality. Come next week, there will be no denying the truth.

And since I won't have the benefit of a little artificial boost, I'm thinking of having my lifeless locks cut even shorter than normal and have been scouring the Internet for a new, radically short, do.

Here is what I found.


Meet Desiree Rogers, President-elect Obama's new White House social secretary. Not only do I covet her new job responsibilities (how cool would that job be!), but I'm sort of digging her look.

What do you think? If you have any other suggestions, I'd love to see them.