and then use a good. free. photo editor.
joining nadja, i did this self-portrait thing.
you should try it too.
focus on your assets (because we all have them).
mine: lip gloss and new haircut.
the sun and its damaging effects is a lot like a good piece of cheesecake. all is fine and well in the moment. but later it’ll bite you in the butt. or in my case: the forehead.
don’t i look younger? though. with this short little cut. it’s amazing what a new hairdo will “do”.
i had something else in mind. but my sister-in-law/hairdresser nora, sat me down. let me tell her what i wanted and then proceeded to tell me “that’s fine. but i am still going to do whatever i want.”
so it was shorter than i intended. but so perfect for summer.
and eating good cheesecake.
and it is a breeze to wash.
and these days i am all about easier ya know.
today in the shower i didn’t even shave my legs all.the.way. i cheated and measured right about where my capris would “show”.
i wanted to hurry up and get out.
i had a lot on my mind.
like how i desperately needed to get to the library. and to the store to buy more borax.
i love borax so. much. it makes things so white. and clean.
i really am this boring interesting in real life.
oh. and speaking of love: there was this desert flower. it was blooming in my grandma’s front yard. all yellow and bright like the morning sun.
and these grilled pita. veggie pizzas. so easy. and so good.
and of course if one is truly living well there has to be sewing.
red work to be exact.
i have great plans for more roses like this one. but i can’t say them out loud. or they’ll never happen. so that’s all for now.
and. finally. for that sweet minnesota mama. and because i pretty much had all of the “blonde” cut off of my own head:
so there was a blonde. and she went to see a ventriliquist perform. he didn’t “notice” her in the audience and began telling dumb blonde jokes (as part of his act). everyone laughed but she became offended. stood up. and told him how she felt. upset that everyone stereotypes blondes as dumb. and stupid. he apologizes profusely. and she says to him: “shut up. i am not talking to you. i am talking to that jerk who is sitting on your lap.”
i am still laughing at this one.
my cheeks hurt. and i am outta here.
i hope your days too are filled with lots of meaningful conversations. good food. creative endeavors. and any(or even all) of the millions of beautiful things and moments there are to be had.