Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Tuesday Morning

After getting my passport photo taken at the CVS over my lunch hour, I stopped in at Tuesday Morning. And, may I please state how SHOCKED I was to learn that smiling is no longer accepted for a passport pic. It took EVERY mouth muscle I have to keep a neutral lip when I was looking into the camera. I could feel the corners of my mouth quiver and a spasm of panic every time she took a shot.

I didn't have a specific item, but I knew that if I wandered around the aisles something I had been meaning to buy would appear.

Sure enough, when I came to the next to last aisle (after failing to find my bread pan) I came across the wall of pillows. NEW PILLOWS have been on my list for about a year and I FINALLY remembered at the same time I was in a place to buy pillows. On my way to the register I found my pan. Total effing score. New Pillows AND I'm gonna bake shit.

The Cashier was friendly and perky. "I'm just gonna slip your bread pan between your pillows" almost put me over the edge when she was bagging everything. A big smile and chuckle burst forth. After being forced to be kept straight at the "photo shoot" my smile was working over time.

"My fun pillows?" I half whispered-half asked.

"What was that my dear?"

"Oh, nothing! Thank you!" And out I went with both my new AND naughty pillows.

Monday, August 1, 2011

A Metamorphosis. Less creepy than Kafka's.

Inner Hippie asked me to walk for her in another fashion show. A total honor, a lot of fun and something I'm just not programmed to say "No" to, I participated in "Fashion on the Fringe." This fashion show is part of the Fringe Festival in Kansas City, an annual venue for local artists "on the fringe."

The show ran this past Friday & Saturday. AND I HAD A BLAST.

The second night the hair dresser was looking for a challenge, I suppose, because she came up to me and said "Let's start straightening your hair."

"All of it?" I asked. Did she know what she was about to start? Last night they had straightened a few sections for 3 Victory Rolls and then smoothed out the top to leave a big, magnanimous POOF of curls at the nape of my neck.

Very Varga, if I do say so myself.

She responded "Yes!" I thought she was crazy and she could see it in my eyes. "Don't worry, I straighten my niece's hair all the time and she's mixed."

So, I gave in.

Besides, I was gonna have to sit in that room for 3 hours regardless if I was in a chair gettin' my hairs did or not.

And it took almost the entire 3 hours. I got up once, maybe 2 hours in to stretch my legs.

But she got it done in time.

And while I really liked the whole look on Friday, it was fun to rock different hair.

Congratulations AGAIN Sharlene! You put on a fabulous show. I love that I am one of your hippies.

Peace, love & Frizz Ease.