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Do you yearn for fame, fortune and the adoration of the opposite sex? You won't find them here. If, however, you're interested in reading the slightly demented ramblings of a recently single, slightly over 39-year-old mother of one, then this is the place to be! Join Fading Rock Chick in her quest for financial stability, sanity and a decent pair of walking boots.

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Rebel rebel

Posted by Fading Rock Chick on April 11, 2008 11:21 AM | 

I THINK I'm having a mid-life crisis, known to some as early onset dementia or middle age madness.
Now 41, but feeling exactly the same mentally as I did when I was 25, I feel the need to stop my youth slipping away. I'll have to tie it down more securely.
So on Monday, when I have my usual six-weekly appointment with the hairdresser, I'm going to... get a more radical hair colour. Woo hoo! Go for it girl!

I've always been a half-hearted rebel. As a teenager I always wanted to stand out from the crowd, but never quite managed it. The herd instinct was too strong.
My experiments with piercings only went as far as having just one ear done (this was actually because I couldn't afford two, and then later because I remembered how much it hurt).
After a brief New Romantic stage (yeah, I know) my choice in clothes became limited to Rock Chick jeans and t-shirt by day, Rock Chick skintight black by night, painted nails and centre part much in evidence.
Sadly enough, this is still how I dress today, with the odd variation depending on the weather.
I can see myself at 75, forever stuck in the 1980s, AC/DC t-shirt and worn jeans hanging off my withered frame. Highway to Hell indeed.
Anyway, back to my middle aged quandary. My new man, a father of three, recently removed the braids he's had put in for decades and is debating what to do now with his moderately long hair. Should he go for the natural-looking extensions or the woollen braids in various mad colours?
Part of me cries out: "What's wrong with your own hair, you're 43 for God's sake? Let it go grey. Buy some slippers while you're at it," while the larger bit goes: "Orange stripes would suit you. The longer the better."
And so it is with my own, now almost totally grey, head of hair. Do I go for the usual boring brown, or should I splash out with purple tints, red highlights or go totally mad and ask for pink a la Stephanie out of Lazy Town? My little girl would love it!
I'll let you know what I decide.
BTW, the Harley's on order...

Comments (1)

Smokehouse Williams wrote...

Wahey go for the early Toyah Wilcox look, although your bike helmet will destroy any shape you manage to set it in! As for midle age wait till you get to fifty plus, it wont be a Harley it will be a sedan chair. I almost put my hip out of joint trying to throw my leg over a transalp I was going to roadtest. All thoughts of touring Europe on two wheels have been postponed until I can find a comfortable bike!!
Make the most of it 41 is young. LOL

Posted by: Smokehouse Williams  | April 14, 2008 6:06 PM

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