Hello again, folks,
Greetings and Salutations to you all from the one here who could really use a haircut.
My hair is rebelling, with an identity crisis that is alarming. It’s not sure if it’s carefree hippie, blowin’ in the wind or maybe if I try pincurls that would keep it out of my eyes and face, so think 50’s. Thoughts of a perm have glanced across my consciousness only to be blown away by the hair that just wants to be windblown.
But you know as well as I that windblown only looks good if you have a good cut.
I have been trying to explain this to the hubster for years.
“You know that casual curly look on Farah Fawcett?”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, that cost a lot of money.”
“It couldn’t have. It looks like she just got out of bed.”
“Bingo. That’s a high maintenance woman there. It costs money to look that messy and good at the same time.”
And, we’re not even talking about the different strands of color she’s got going on. You think that’s just kissed by the sun at the beach? Think again.

Sigh. I know. First world problem. My salon closed down over the last ten months. The hubster is cutting my hair in the garage. Maybe I should just spend more time in bed to get the Farrah bedhead look!!

Truth be told, I am leaning toward the pixie look of Dame Judi Dench.
Claiming the age thing and not giving a rip.
What do you think?

I am already claiming two definite old lady things. They have sneaked into my daily routine and I really can’t blame them.
They seem more practical than when they seemed horrifying to me years ago.

I am referring to not knowing what day it is until I take my pills in the morning out of the proper day’s door in the pillbox. Can you relate? And sometimes quite frankly I have forgotten by nighttime and have to be reminded by the proper door in THAT pillbox!
In all fairness, it’s a relief to have some way of knowing this without having to remember it.
Then, I can fill up that space with more sewing and reading!

The other old lady thing is a little more dodgy. We are all home, are we not, with not many visitors, and wearing sweatpants, or, as in the last post, a sundress and argyle knee hi’s?
As long as no one is around, and as long as I often have to put something on or take it off to regulate my temperature, I have started , if I am wearing knee hi’s, to …
you guessed it…
push the socks toward my ankles!
I am quite surprised when that’s all it takes to cool off a bit.
But then, I think of when I was growing up and how I would laugh at all the little old ladies with the nylons rolled down to their ankles.
And think, I’ll never do that.
Hah! Who knew they had found a fix that worked!

Well, I signed up for an online quilt class and it’s 4p.m. and I haven’t even clocked in.
All I can say is: I’m glad there is no dress code!!!

Have a Mahvelous Monday and a Terrific Tuesday coming up.
Love,
Janet