One of the few things that I knew early on about my wedding was that I wanted to have blue hair. There weren’t many traditions that I felt the need to adhere to, however The Four Somethings (old, new, borrowed, & blue) was one that, for reasons unknown, I felt a deep desire to do.
I didn’t tell many people about this decision as my usual hair stylist flat-out refused and I received a rather tepid response from the groom himself (“Like blue blue?” “You know what else would look good? Your normal hair color.”) (he eventually came around to the idea).
As I searched for a new stylist/colorist, I hit a few dead ends before my sister came through with a solid recommendation: Tricia at Urban Style Lab. (Not currently living in DC, she came upon this recommendation because the salon uses Wella products, which are the same used by her former, much-loved stylist.) They didn’t flinch at all when I described my request and could accommodate my short timeframe. Appointment made.
On the wall around Graceland, during my birthday trip there in 2011 with Jonathan, Alissa, and Kate. (After this picture was taken, I can clearly remember Kate saying, “Was the hand thing really necessary?” Yes. Always.)
On the grass near the port in Galway, on one bright, sunny Irish morning. (So green.)
It. was. glorious. The sun, the sky, over 1,000 people practicing together… I didn’t need my former yoga instructor’s voice in my head reminding me to “Smile through the strain!” (as I usually do) because it is so much more enjoyable when you’re looking at a blue sky instead of a ceiling.
A week or so ago, Tank and I watched Anonymous. I was not a fan of the movie. While I tried to give it a shot, (and without getting too spoilery) the plot twists just made plausibility more and more tenuous. Plus, I kept thinking about the time that I saw Patrick Stewart speak in DC last October during Classic Conversations with Michael Kahn. One of the questions posed to him during the Q&A was about this movie and whether Stewart believed that Shakespeare actually wrote the plays credited to him. His response came to mind while we watched:
“You wouldn’t expect that a glovemaker’s son could have written those plays, just as you wouldn’t expect that a young lad from West Riding could become a Shakespearean actor. There’s no accounting for the driving force and power of creativity.” *
I found, the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to agree with him; there’s something romantic about thinking that someone who “shouldn’t” have been able to write these plays actually did.
Anyway, the most exciting part of the movie for me was seeing the Tower of London actually being utilized as a castle — and it’s one thing I think it did quite well.