It's the little things

So I haven't blogged in a little while. I suppose it's to be expected.
As a mother, a wife, a sister, a daughter, a friend and an employee, it seems like being a blogger is going to be difficult to fit in.

But that's ok. Sometimes it's enough just to do things, rather than talk about them. And sometimes, like this little post, the little things are fun too.

My darling Little Lady brought me one of those little moments of perfection this week. We were playing. I was the baby and she was the Mammy. And I pretended to cry. So, my gorgeous girl came over to me, threw her arms around me, cocked her head to one side and said 'It's ok baby girl! I know, I know. It's a tough old day.'

So it turns out she does listen to me after all!

Hair today, gone tomorrow! Or yesterday. Or something.

Where to begin??
Perhaps with Dee, the amazing woman who runs Headrush salon in Kilcullen. 

When I walked through that colourful door on Wednesday afternoon, I expected just to have my hair chopped off, dyed a slightly ridiculous colour and to be sent on my way. 

As we all know, Shave or Dye is a very good cause. Rather than running a marathon, or starving myself or staying awake for an improbably length of time, all that was asked of me was to subject myself to mild ridicule in the hopes of raising some much needed funds for the Irish Cancer Society.  

Friends, family members and the amazing Twitizens I've come to know and love all kept up their end of the bargain. Sponsorship came flowing in. I was delighted. 

But no one had reckoned with Dee O'Connor. In one sense, she failed miserably. I have been subjected to no ridicule whatsoever! This was not the plan AT ALL.

I expected to feel self-conscious, a bit stupid. I was prepared to buy headscarves and hairdyes and basically go into hibernation until everything was back to normal. 

I did NOT expect to feel gorgeous, pixie-ish. I was unprepared for the volume of compliments, jealous looks and declarations that I look years younger (woohoo!). All of those wonderful bonuses are down to the talents of one extremely generous hairdresser who gave me time, dye, patience... and a whole new look!

So, although we joked yesterday that we'd missed the point entirely, I think that Dee's work can only be called a huge success!

So where does that leave us? Well, with over €800 sponsorship so far, and a very happy lady. It would be remiss not to mention that Hubby seems fairly impressed too - although I was surprised by his reaction to the intermediate blonde stage as well! There's a pandora's box it's probably best not to open...

And, of course, the kids were keen to give their reactions to Mammy's new look.

Little Man: I like it. It's very pretty. Mammy, when I go to school tomorrow will you get your long black hair back? And you can give your red hair to the sick boys and girls if you want!

Little Lady: No liiiiiike it. No! No! Not nice. Mammy not red hair, Mammy black hair. No liiiiike it. 

Well, you can't please everyone! 

For those of you who missed the live-tweeting yesterday, here are the pictures of the whole event!

Not a bad afternoon's work at all!