Time for a Change or a Haircut
A friend noted she was thinking of getting her hair cut short and wondered how people would react. Her mother (whom I’m guessing is a rocking awesome mother) promptly shared the famous essay “On Short Hair” by Joan Juliet Buck, a woman who knew a little bit about fashion.
Here’s just a smidgeon of it so you can get the right mojo going.
Hair is time.
Women with short hair always look as if they have somewhere else to go. Women with long hair tend to look as if they belong where they are, especially in California. Short hair takes a short time. Long hair takes a long time. (continue reading at The Poetical Quotidian)
Hair is time. Yes, Ms. Buck, you were certainly correct on that one. And hair is so much more than that.
Time to Play
The kids and I are home today. Littlest wanted to know what kind of cake we were going to have to celebrate Dr. Martin Luther King Jr’s birthday and I may have burst a bubble or two with my response which sounded a bit like “why on earth would we have cake?” Mama-win moment #1 for the day; merit badge for me by end of day for sure! I cajoled his broken heart back to a happier place, and off they scampered for the various kinds of play while I put a few miles on my treadmill.
There is nothing like huffing and puffing on an endless loop to make a person think about play.
I wasn’t a very playful child. That explains so much, doesn’t it? (smile) In fact, I don’t have much time devoted to play in my adult life either. And that also explains so much.
Because people need to play.
Stronger and a Little Taller
As I stood in my kitchen this morning, up to the elbows in fondant, one thought grabbed me and attempted to shake a wee bit of sense into my head. “Why the hell do I do these things to myself?” Who in their right mind always has to prove themselves worthy, over and over and over? Oh yeah, me. I know that this compulsion of mine stems from my relationship with my dad and yet its really all about me. Not him, me. You know how folks use “it’s complicated” to explain their relationships? Yeah, that’s me and my dad. I love him, really I do. Or I should say I love the bits and pieces of moments of my life that connect with him at his best. That Dad, at those moments? I love him to pieces. All those other bits and pieces though, those times when he was harsh and judgmental and never proud of me, they sometimes feel as if they just might end up killing me bit by bit.
So there I am, mixing up my first batch of fondant ever and this image of footsteps in the snow suddenly fills my mind’s eye. It is a white dough in a white bowl, sprinkled with white confectioner’s sugar. All that white, looking like snow.
No Waterproof Mascara Here
The extent of my love for Doctor Who is large, very large. I suppose it is somewhat more accurate to say my love of Doctor Who is great and my fan-girl love of former Doctor Who David Tennant is even greater. My husband knows of this and isn’t terribly worried. After all, I’m a middle-aged lady in the US…how likely is David Tennant to even notice my existence, much less leave his fantastically adorable brand-new wife…for moi? Slimmer than my thighs, that’s for sure. And besides, Mister Soandso has his own thing going for the ladies of Who, starting with Billie Piper. I can’t blame him, but what in the name of all things Maybelline were they thinking with that mascara?
Get Your Joy On!
A truly great a person I follow on Twitter tweets incognito. She does this because she is an editor with one of the Big Publishers and so incognito is the way to go. Although I can’t help but think she’d get lots and lots of chocolate/booze/flowers/et cetera if people knew how to actually get them to her. But I understand and actually find her avatar so stinking cute that I’m glad she is only an adorable forehead surrounded by books. Sometimes, mysterious is really fun. Also, if NYCEditorGal is reading this, I’ll make good on the chocolate someday. I pinkie swear.
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