Nothing left to do in the garden now but watch everything shrink and die. And that’s depressing. And so, I am doing some winter gardening – also known as winterizing the hairstyle. I’ve abandoned my curls for the foreseeable future, with the help of a $10 box of chemicals courtesy of Ogilvie (of home perm fame) and a $13 bob from Supercuts. I’m super-pleased with the straightening results, not quite as pleased with the bob results, having had Katie Holmes in mind as a hair role model (BEFORE she got the mom haircut that she’s currently sporting), and ending up with what seems to be more Suri Cruise. Ah well. It will grow back. I always figure: if I’ve withstood being bald as a cueball with no eyelashes or eyebrows, I can withstand any unfortunate haircut. And this one isn’t that unfortunate. It’s just not as casual and “sexy” as I usually like my hair to be. It will grow back. It will grow back. I just keep telling myself that.
Here’s an attempt at sass – to make up for the lack of long waves to swing about…
Oh, and the yoga? Doing it. Bored as hell. But doing it. Hiked three miles every day except Wednesday as well, which helps to alleviate the boredom.
Waiting for the stable some renovations before getting back on Chance The Horse, by the way, as I know some of you were wondering.