gray hair

“The 70s called… they want my waistline back.” 😂
Looking at these photos — my brother’s wedding, a fashion show, and that little bitty waist hanging on for dear life — I can’t help but laugh. Back then we weren’t counting calories, we were counting how many buses we had to catch, how many stairs we had to climb, and how fast we could get to the next party. Everybody stayed slim because life kept us moving whether we liked it or not. Food was better then too, not as much fast food as today.
But the best part isn’t the waistline… it’s the memories. The music, the fashion, the joy of that era before life got noisy and complicated. These pics remind me of a time when dreams were big, responsibilities were small, and we floated through our days with a kind of innocence you only appreciate decades later.

1970s-vintage photos-bridesmaid-70s wedding-disco era-floppy hats- small waistlines- 70s vibes

#tbt
#throwbacknothursday
#1970style
#vintage70s
#throwback
#brooklyngirl
#nycgirl

Episode 4.
In the meantime, in between time, here are some looks I wore during my gray hair journey during the ugly grombre phase when the line of demarcation between new silver growth and the old dyed hair had me in a panic, almost wanting to go back to dyeing it.
Swipe left for all the looks.

But we’ve got options folks!

✅Wigs. Can help you see your future.

✅ Braids. Great for traveling

✅ Hats and scarves. Great coverups

✅ Hair pieces, and ponytails. Great for giving you different looks. I still have the ponytails for when I want to change my vibe.

I also did this when I suffered hair loss in 2021.

I didn’t love the initial transition phase until about 6 months in. The whole transition took two years.

So see, we have options. A little patience , and creativity wins the long game.

How are you dealing with your grow- out?

#silversister
#grayhairjourney
#hairhacks
#grayhairtransition
#grayhairdontcare
#tbt
#throwback

For decades, my home in Brooklyn was a hub for good food, family, and friends on Thanksgiving. Folks would come in shifts to partake of the Thanksgiving fare - all the delicious recipes handed down from my southern father, and Filipina mom, who were both excellent cooks.
Family for the first round, then each son’s friends would come through, and finally the latecomers for dessert and conversation.
It was a lot of food, and a lot of cooking and the memories are priceless. But that was long ago and far away. I’m a far cry from NYC now, and everyone is scattered about.

My big cooking days are long gone, and I’ve realized that I don’t even like turkey
😲and I’m fine without it.

Thanksgivings are much smaller now, some years just Dave and I, other times with a few friends, but I’m thankful for each and every one and each and every memory.

Wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, I wish you a wonderful Thanksgiving and I hope you find the time to appreciate your blessings.🙏🏽
XO
Adelina