Last night I dreamed Jonniker was having a multi-day party at her house and she let me come, and I was nervous but I went anyway and then kept wondering, “WHY DO I NOT DO THINGS LIKE THIS MORE OFTEN??” because it was so fun. I was also wondering if we really should be drinking ALL day long like that, and why no one seemed surprised that Justin Timberlake was naked. I had to leave early because I had to give birth to four kittens at the hospital, but who DOESN’T have that dream amirite?
It is time to take action on my hair. I’ve been growing it, and that’s still fun so I want to keep doing that, but it is looking overgrown and overthick, and it’s getting painful to comb even when I use lots of detangler. I’m going to make an appointment with my favorite stylist (Krissy–*starry eyes*) because she ALWAYS knows what to do. When I was growing out my bangs, I went to her and I was like, “Nothing can be done about that, I’m sure,” and she was like “Mm hm” and then she gave me a cut that was like I’d already grown out the bangs. Doesn’t talk much, does Krissy, but KNOWS ALL. (I feel a little sorry for her about her name. She doesn’t seem like a Krissy. She seems like a Beth, or an Erin, or a Cara.)
Do you know what else, about my hair? I worry that it is Too Much with the five kids and the no/low make-up. I always wear it twisted up, and it’s just…er. Especially with the maxi skirts I bought recently. Maxi skirts are fashionable right now, but long skirt + long twisted-up hair + many more children than usual + no make-up—-it starts to look like something I’m not. Or even SEVERAL things I’m not.
I don’t know why this reminds me of it, but we had someone straight out of another habitat walking down our street the other day. Normally in our town, if I see a woman walking a dog, she’s wearing capris and a t-shirt and sunscreen, she has hair that doesn’t catch your attention, and her dog is a medium-sized mutt type or a golden retriever. THIS woman had long straightened streaked hair, a deep tan, make-up that was clearly visible from my car, short-short-short shorts, glittery sandals, a cardigan longer than the shorts, sunglasses, and a tiny white fluffy dog on a pink leather leash. I hadn’t realized we had so little of that kind of thing until I was so startled seeing it. It’s like I hadn’t realized how few old people lived in the town I used to live in, until I moved to the town I live in now.
Have a great day!
(I have nothing else witty to say yet today)
That part about the dog cracked me right up – like someone had been transported from LA!
I saw a woman riding her bike in a bikini yesterday. I do not live on a beach boardwalk. It was….unusual.
Hair pictures, please. Before and after?
Maybe a lot of cleavage with the long skirt and hair up? Throw them off?
I think the look that would make me think some things about someone would include a long *denim* skirt, and hair that was poofed up front and super long and loose in the back.
Okay, wait. Do you mean you’re NOT a Southern Baptist evangelical Christian who doesn’t dance or drink and will take as many children as the good Lord will give you because they are prayshus blaysings?!?! UNSUBSCRIBE.
I’ve recently bought several maxi skirts and it occurred to me the other day (as I was walking into the natural foods co-op) that people probably see my long skirt, makeup-less face and long hair pulled back and assume that I have armpit hair long enough to braid.
Yes, she should be named ERIN. Yes. You know, each time I cut my children’s hair, I think I’ve missed my calling. I really enjoy the cutting process, and I sometimes imagine what it would be like to have these people come in every few months and they’d sit in my chair and we’d chat and I’d snip away at their heads. It sounds pretty wonderful when I imagine it. But then I remember that I’d probably get a handful of short-short-short short wearing/ poodle toting fussy types too, and then I realize that my current job is far less pressure and I’m best to stick with what I’m already doing.
I had a dream a few nights ago, and YOU were in it, and you weren’t even a LITTLE bit nice to me, and in the dream, my feelings were hurt, so I didn’t tell you about the dream the next day because I was embarrassed that my feelings were hurt.
Do you think Jonniker would invite me to her party, too?
Hah! Every time I put ON a skirt I worry about looking like someone that I’m not. Throwback anxiety from when I was little and I actually WAS that someone, I guess. Time to get over it, I suppose. ‘Cause skirts are awfully comfy.
That dog-walker story is a perfect example of what the expression “the exception that proves the rule” actually means. I always thought it was an expression that makes no sense – and it is often used merely to explain away the exceptions that actually disprove the rule. But it’s really for moments like the one you describe: moments when you become aware of the rule only when you register your surprise to see it broken.
“starts to look like something Im not. Or several things Im not.” ha ha ha, that cracked me up. We went to a jazz fest on the beach this past weekend and aside from the overdose of unhealthy food, good music and beautiful sunset, I very much enjoyed the people watching. No short-short-shorts-little-white-dog-toting fashionistas, but still, some great uh…”conversation pieces”?
Joanne- I try to really SWING TEH HIPS, too.
Bethsix- Hee!
TJ- Oh, dude, sorry, that’s my Evil Dream Twin. I know, but there isn’t anything I can do about her, short of dream tranquilizer darts, and my aim is bad. About Jonniker’s party: I don’t know—how do you feel about Justin Timberlake being naked? I’m sure if you’re okay with that, you’re IN.
Bea- YES!! I was in my thirties before I knew what that phrase meant. (Another recent acquisition: “A penny saved is a penny earned.” I thought it meant saved like in a savings account, as opposed to saved on a purchase.)
AHAHAHAHAHHA @ “prayshus blaysings”
All I can imagine as you look at that woman is the sound of a record player making that RRRRREEEEEE! noise. She must have been a sight to see!!!
I don’t even have fun in my dreams. The last dream I remember I was making lists of things to do. I woke up anxious. I would much rather a naked Justin Timberlake party dream.
I always wear long skirts, my super long hair twisted up, and no makeup. I am also intentionally hairy. I think that it says ‘hippy’ more than ‘fundamentalist Christian’, here, or I hope it does, since I’m pagan. Maybe it says ‘hyper-feminist’, and I’m cool with that, too.
(No chilluns, though, maybe they’re necessary for the ‘southern baptist’ look.)
“(I feel a little sorry for her about her name. She doesn’t seem like a Krissy. She seems like a Beth, or an Erin, or a Cara.)”
I *hope* people think something similar about me. Maybe?
I feel kind of crazy, because I swear I commented on this yesterday, but dude, what is this “LET” you come crap? YOU ARE INVITED. ALWAYS. WELCOME.