My hair is so gross.
Dear You,
This morning. Chilling and writing this blog. Note my fashion. Never bad.
It’s true, about my hair that is. What can I say? I’m a busy lady. A mom with a full-time job and a side hustle as a writer. Sometimes, my hair is dirty and gross. Sometimes, all of me is dirty and gross. This is especially so during the week, when there’s so much going on.
Though in this moment, I got my act together. I am clean. I smell good. My outfit makes sense (hahaha, my fashion NEVER takes a hit - no matter how busy I get!). This is the difference that Saturday makes. Do you feel the difference? I do, and love that I can just sprawl my legs out on the ottoman in front of me, sip my latte, and chill out with you.
BIG NEWS: The Sweet Saturday Morning Blog
I’ve decided that I’m going to write a Saturday morning blog (in addition to my weekday blog). For now, I’m calling it “The Sweet Saturday Morning Blog.” And it’ll be just like that. Something super sweet and easy to read when taking a moment to chill before making breakfast or out at the coffee shop. Expect no big calls to action; it’s Saturday morning, after all!
BACK TO MY GROSS HAIR
Now that I’ve shared that with you, let’s get back to the business of my dirty and gross hair. There’s a sweet story with this that I wanna bring into the mix. I’ll often get together with a good friend of mine at the coffee shop early on weekday mornings. I’ll see her one-word text come through on the phone: “coffee?”
And if it happens to be a dirty and gross hair day, I’ll hesitate for a moment, then text her back and say something like, “I’m disgusting, my hair is so gross (as if to give her an out so she doesn’t have to witness the atrocity).” But not once has she ever responded with disgust or refused to meet me. Instead, she’ll text me back and try to outdo me with her own sad and disheveled state of affairs. She loves to ham up the inflammation card - like, “I stayed up until 1 am watching that show on Netflix and ate all kinds of blah, blah, blah, and my face is sooooo inflamed!)
After dueling it out a bit like that, we’ll agree to meet, but not before I throw on a little bit of gloss and cream blush (to soften the blow of my grossness). When I arrive at the coffee shop, we laugh and say something like this to one another: “You’re such a liar. You look great. I’m a disaster, but you look fabulous!” Then, we’ll sit our gross, dirty selves across from one another in one of the comfy booths by the front window and settle into another lovely morning coffee date.
YOU ARE ALWAYS WELCOME HERE
There is something so sweet about this that I wanna scoop up into my hands and bring to this blog. This cozy sense of welcoming. That you are very welcome in this space, in this house of belonging that I extend out through my blogs. That I really don’t care if your hair is a mess, or if you stink. If you’ve got your shit together, or you’re falling apart at the seams. Throw some blush and gloss on (or not), come on over, and have a seat. You are most welcome to hang out with me; I am always happy to be with you.
We all deserve to feel our belonging on this earth. No matter what.
Dear friend, glad to have hung out with you on this sweet Saturday morning. Have a lovely weekend!
Dodie 🩶
P.S. In case you missed my last blog, it was alot of fun. It’s titled “Panties be droppin’” about the time a guy I was chatting with on Hinge told me his supper was a real panty dropper! Then got serious and shared some serious psychology to help you pull off bigger and bolder action.