Nothing new to report, but making the habit of posting regularly.
Well, that hopelessly uninteresting but absolutely honest title really just sums it all up.
I guess the biggest news is that I am cutting off all my hair. Going short. Donating the tail to Pantene's Beautiful Lengths, which much like Locks of Love sends the hair in to be made into wigs for people fighting cancer. I like that - sort of the ultimate recycling program. (I guess Soylent Green would an ultimate recylcing program, too, but that's just macabre.)
Anyway, these are some of the possible styles:
Hubby likes the short flippy one the best - I could do that one, I think. But I'm still thinking maybe an inverted curly bob, one I could wear natural and curly (cute), wavy (a bit edgier or more poished depending on how I style it out) or straight (sleek, piecey, who knows).
My grandson is saying words - "Piper" is one of his first and most consistent, although he also sometimes says "happy" when he sees me. Piper is the name of our golden retriever - Shary does love those big dogs, although little ones frighten him, oddly enough.
The hens are laying pretty consistently now - Joanie and Trixie are both producing. Jewel hasn't started laying yet, but she's thinking about it and has begun to squat and flare her wings when we enter the coop. For those who don't know - that squatting posture is hen body language for "hey big boy - is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" Hubba hubba. Actually, though, when they assume "the posture" they look for all the world like golden eagle flagpole topper sculptures. A couple steady pats on their backs and a few tail pulls, and they jump upright, run a few steps, and give their feathers a big, giant ruffelation. Pretty neat to see, really.
Well - that's a lot of words for no news. So this is my stop.
I guess the biggest news is that I am cutting off all my hair. Going short. Donating the tail to Pantene's Beautiful Lengths, which much like Locks of Love sends the hair in to be made into wigs for people fighting cancer. I like that - sort of the ultimate recycling program. (I guess Soylent Green would an ultimate recylcing program, too, but that's just macabre.)
Anyway, these are some of the possible styles:
Hubby likes the short flippy one the best - I could do that one, I think. But I'm still thinking maybe an inverted curly bob, one I could wear natural and curly (cute), wavy (a bit edgier or more poished depending on how I style it out) or straight (sleek, piecey, who knows).
My grandson is saying words - "Piper" is one of his first and most consistent, although he also sometimes says "happy" when he sees me. Piper is the name of our golden retriever - Shary does love those big dogs, although little ones frighten him, oddly enough.
The hens are laying pretty consistently now - Joanie and Trixie are both producing. Jewel hasn't started laying yet, but she's thinking about it and has begun to squat and flare her wings when we enter the coop. For those who don't know - that squatting posture is hen body language for "hey big boy - is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" Hubba hubba. Actually, though, when they assume "the posture" they look for all the world like golden eagle flagpole topper sculptures. A couple steady pats on their backs and a few tail pulls, and they jump upright, run a few steps, and give their feathers a big, giant ruffelation. Pretty neat to see, really.
Well - that's a lot of words for no news. So this is my stop.
posted by Your Style Muse at 12:01 PM
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