But it soon got better.
I finally got my bedraggled self over to the salon for much needed clipping and snipping. And coloring.
The style is about the same, but it's not quite so faux-hawkish. I think. I tried to take a self portrait, but had a hard time getting the look I was going for.
I also tried a demure, no-teeth-smiley pose.
Because I know you've been on the edge of your seats wondering about the empty space on top of our armoire, I am happy to report I found a solution. And I didn't buy anything.
The grapevine pumpkin we've had for years fills the space nicely, doesn't it?
Another perk of a trip to the salon was some time to read my latest literary delight...
I think I'll post more about this book once I finish because it has been such a treat to read. Really.
There's just no easy way to summarize a post about underwear, faux-hawks, pumpkins and potato peels. Nope. Can't think of one. Sorry.
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