Monthly Archives: November 2013
NaBloPoMo Friday, November 29, 2013
You’re almost done! Tell us how you feel about endings.
Some endings are sad and others are a relief. Many are unexpected and a few are long-anticipated. But overall, my attitude about endings is best summed up in the words of Semisonic’s “Closing Time“–every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.
So thankful that my sisters-in-law and their families are here safely from Alabama and Massachusetts–it was not an easy drive for either of them. Thankful that the hubby and I are able to host a family Thanksgiving after five years overseas. Thankful that all the prep-work for tomorrow’s dinner for fourteen has gone smoothly. Thankful that the first snow/sleet mix of the season did not accumulate this afternoon, even though it did look mighty pretty while it fell. Thankful that I’m able to squeak this post in under the wire and not mess up my NaBloPoMo streak. 🙂
Hope y’all have as many blessings as I’ve got this Thanksgiving Eve. Happy Turkey Day!
NaBloPoMo Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Tell us about the last thing you hid.
Just this morning, I hid my roots.
Second time this month.
It’s a never ending battle. One that began twenty years ago. One that, out of sheer vanity, I’m not ready to concede.
My grandmother, the family member whose genetic patterns I seem to most closely follow, had absolutely gorgeous silver hair. Some day I’ll be proud to have hair as beautiful as hers.
But not today. Not at 41.
So until the time is right to lay down my coloring gloves and embrace the enemy, you’ll find me in front of the mirror every two to three weeks, armed with a bottle of 118.
NaBloPoMo Monday, November 25, 2013
Tell us about the last thing a person or advertisement convinced you to buy.
During my first stateside haircut in five years, my new stylist gunked up my freshly shampooed hair with four different leave-in products before she removed my plastic cape. She talked up the virtues of each in a slick, well-rehearsed QVC-type spiel as she combed, snipped, dried, and styled. I hate high pressure sales during an experience that is supposed to be relaxing, so I was ready to refuse them all on general principle.
Until she sprayed my wet locks with a product she claimed would cut my blow dry time in half. I was doubtful, though admittedly hopeful. Normally, by the time I finish blow drying my thick curly/wavy hair into some semblance of straightness, the under layers are curly and frizzy again because I’m sweating like a pig. It never seems to take as long for the stylist to dry my hair as it takes me at home, and I never leave the chair sweaty, so I wasn’t sure how I was going to accurately judge the effectiveness of the product.
However, she was still pushing all four products as I was moving toward the register, and as much out of hope for a true styling miracle potion as a desire to make her just stop talking, I muttered, none too enthusiastically, “Give me the blow dry stuff.” I returned home with a wallet $20 lighter and a determination to take the bottle back the next day if it didn’t live up to her ebullient promises.
Dang if the stuff doesn’t work. I’m not sure my blow dry time is cut precisely in half, but it is significantly reduced. To the point that I no longer need a second shower after I switch off the dryer. In fact, some days I can even skip the flat iron because I’m not so overheated that I stop concentrating on pulling the brush smoothly through each layer as I dry it. On those days, my overall styling time IS cut in half. A true miracle.
I’m due for a haircut in the next couple of weeks. I’m so impressed with this blow dry stuff that, while I’m at the salon, I’m actually considering buying a second bottle to keep in my gym bag. Because eventually I’m going to forget to pack it, and I’ll show up late for work, cranky because I’m overheated, sporting a head full of frizz and a blouse clinging wetly to my back. That’s never a good start to the day.
Many would argue that a familiar smell can stir up more memories than the most vivid photograph. But since it is exceptionally difficult to collect fragrances as mementos of one’s travels, taking a photo whose subject captures the source of the scent can be the next best thing.