Remember that haircut I mentioned in my last post? Well, how could you forget? Or rather, how could I forget…meaning I can’t.
Three mornings in a row this past weekend I was reduced to tears because I couldn’t do anything with my new style. Or lack there-of.
When, in desperation on day three, I flipped my hair over to the opposite part, it created a natural bouffant. Add to that my new five dollah dress from the Goodwill, plus the couch my parents used to drink martinis on, and you got yourself an impromptu photo shoot. My inner burlesquer dug her way out from the laundry pile that is motherhood.
Five minutes later I was back in my swimsuit and out the door to Whiskeytown Lake. Which reminds me…oh yeah, we’ve been out of town! I have several back logged posts for you, but thought I’d warm you up then cool you down…lemonade from lemons and all that.