Getting back into the creative space I was in years back is like learning to walk after you’ve had an accident. You can do it, but each step takes so much more of you then before the trauma.
Looks, ma a new video!!
Getting back into the creative space I was in years back is like learning to walk after you’ve had an accident. You can do it, but each step takes so much more of you then before the trauma.
Looks, ma a new video!!
Gang, This is the longest I’ve gone since a post. It’s tough when you are in a mid life crisis, raising kids, family obligations, working, looking for more work, mourning your Food Network show, exercising, doing community work and resisting the worst President I’ve ever known.
It remind me of one of the my favorite signs from the women’s march. “ugh, Where Do I Start?”
I’m going to try and post something funny soon. Right now I’ve been binge watching old videos from when my kids were super tiny. They are now 8 and 11 and I’m already nostalgic for their younger selves. So, I’ll leave you with one that has been on a loop here lately. It’s something I made for Mark’s professional FB page years ago. It’s so cute!!
Oh, and March 22nd is my birthday. Thanks for being here!
on the rare day off Chef Mark Peel takes direction from HIS executive chef, his 6 year old daughter
Posted by Chef Mark Peel on Friday, October 7, 2011
Let’s talk about the really big news around here. My hair.
After 20 years of dying my hair blonde. I have gone back to my roots. Well, with a few highlights as well. I’ve been thinking about this for a long time.
Hear is my Hair Story: Like many of us I was a blonde little child. Golden locks, wispy buttery strands that flew through the rich Culver City air. I stood out in my clan as they were all brown haired, brown eyed people.
Then in adolescents.. I started to change. The hair became darker, so I sprayed on Sun In. But, that left it kind of orangy. By High School I was done trying. It was all brown. My super thick hair a blunt cut that sat on my head like a helmet. So, I cut it SHORT. Very Molly Ringwald 1980’s. Daphne Brogdon 1980’s.
I went to college and let it go where it would. I was thinking about saving the world and listening to Grateful Dead, wearing huarache sandals so I didn’t realize that I had developed (gulp)
A MULLET
It was even kind of blue for awhile and then red, due to some temporary dye that wasn’t. But, hey college is a time of experimentation, right?
I went home one summer before my junior year and walked into my friend Carolyn’s hair salon. “OMG ” she screamed, ” You look like someone from Sonoma County.” This was before Sonoma county had great wine and cheese, but was hick central. I finally came to.
“HELP ME” She chopped the party in the back off. Several weeks later she put in highlights. Then I was on the road to blonde. It felt like I was back to me. The golden child.
Now, blondes do turn heads. But, not so much when they are in sweat pants pushing a stroller. I like my blonde when I’m all done up or on TV.
But, that’s not what most of my life is like. I still want to be pretty. I have not “given up”. But, I don’t want to chase a look right now either. It’s also a lot of maintenance and money. I tell Vivien as I gaze at her naturally perfect highlighted hair, don’t chase the blonde Viv. When you are older, go gently into the sweet night of brown. I don’t want her to spend time on that when she will be in a great scientist discovering a cure for cancer. She has better things to do.
So, I’ve gone brown. I’ve gone bangs.
Michele Obama said her bangs were her mid life crisis. I feel kind of the same way. Although, I would prefer Channing Tatum or Bradley Cooper to also be part of this crisis.
“Daph, we like brunettes. Brown brings out the blue eyes”
This is going to sound really goofy, but going darker is one of the bravest things I’ve done in a while. My friends really see it. Most like it, a few say they prefer the blonde. Talking about hair sounds trite, yet it is a part of our identity.
I’ll probably go blonde again. I always pictured myself a little old lady in a golf dress with over tan skin in Palm Springs, short blonde hair dropping coins for the lifeguard to pick up for me
We’ll see.