Do you remember the days of LiveJournal? Or am I the only one and I’m totally dating myself here…? There was a group, or an event, or something like that called “Day in the Life” and I remember DITL to be awesome and fun. So here we go. I thought I would do a quick post with shots from my day.
A letter heading to MA. I am desperately behind on my correspondence, but slowly but surely catching up. I love sending and receiving mail. Seriously. It’s a disease.
Betty White loves to lick the water in the tub after a shower. Not the brightest…
New O2 regulator. Wrong wrench to tighten. Story of my life.
The Dr Who scarf is coming along quite well! Only 3 more feet to go!
Harvest from the shop’s urban garden today. Not bad!
I went to Michael’s for a single skein of yarn….but we all know how that ended.
I had been contemplating chopping my very (very) long hair off for quite awhile but waffled on the idea for months. Finally, a few weeks ago, I poured a glass of wine, locked the bathroom door, and chop! I did it. I hacked off 15 inches of hair and bundled it up to Pantene Beautiful Lengths. This is an organizing much like Locks for Love, but from what I hear, has a better track record of doing good for the people they are helping.
Looking to do the same thing? Send your hair (8 inches or longer) to:
Pantene Beautiful Lengths
806 SE 18th Ave
Grand Rapids, MN 55744
I love it! I feel so light and free!
I have had a few grey hairs trying to assert themselves over the last few years, but the recruitment program went full force after the fire and they are taking over my head. But I’m ok with this. In fact, I made a pretty big decision last week in regards to this new color: I’m keeping it. I’m not going to dye my hair, I’m going to embrace it. Well, I’m not all that gung-ho about going grey already, but I can’t seem to justify dying all the time, and honestly, I’m a little lazy and not a big fan of all the chemicals. So, between tattoos and greys, I’m marking my road…All the things I’ve been through, and some of the lessons I’ve learned (for instance, houses are indeed flammable and peoples kids are that despicable to set them ablaze). Maybe it will turn into one of those cool skunk streaks. Or maybe it will take over and I’ll have a full head of white hair in a few years. If Vogue editors can do it, so can I. And dammit, I’m ready.