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Dreamer at the fountain, circa 1340, via visualiseur.bnf.fr

Dear Internet,
The problem with having staycation that last for weeks is you forget what day it is so I am happy to report it is Friday and today has been a slow and restful day.
I woke up at about 830A with some very definite plans — bleach and then dye my hair a ravishing red and once that was done, plan to hit a matinee of the new Lord of the Rings (or Thorin Oakendreamboatshield). After TheHusband woke, and the dog had been walked, we read for awhile as my hair cooked. Once the mail had arrived with my rare and valuable Cards Against Humanity card, and we cleansed our filthy bodies, we headed off to the movies.
The weather has a winter wonderland of snow for the last few weeks and on an almost sudden turn, it became an icy hell in the last few days as the weather warmed up slightly over 32F. It took forever to deice and defrost Jeeves and then I wavered on deciding to actually leave. Our street was a rink but the main streets seemed to be okay, so I decided we should go forth and head to the film.
Not necessarily a bad decision, but the warming up of the car and then driving put us behind on schedule and we got to the theatre too late to for the beginning of the film, so we opted for lunch instead. No other films were starting close to the time we would be done with our lunch, so we opted to come back home.
We curled up and read for a few more hours, I made hot cocoa with marshmallows, the dog on my left hip never changing. This weeks Collectioun of Cunnynge Curioustes is all about reading. I finished four books, started a fifth, and did a lot of long form web article reading.
After the dog’s afternoon constitutional, I headed to mainline more of A Place to Call Home, TheHusband headed to watch sportball, and this has been our day.
x0x0,
Lisa

This day in Lisa-Universe:

An Act In Three Images

Dear Interent,

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Now if someone can get my husband to stop referring to me as a startled rooster, then life would be grand.
x0x0,
Lisa

To Hair or Not to Hair, That is the Question

Dear Internet,
363 days ago, I wrote a post about how I wash my hair and it became a viral post on my site, and lead to many great discussions on Facebook and Twitter on how people care for their hair. (Hot topic, who knew?)
In that year, my hair has gotten longer, the color keeps changing, and the style is still more or less the same. Evidence:

But there’s been some issues – the two surgeries straightened the hell out of my hair. I can’t get a curl to save my life. It’s gotten heavier with length, which is understandable – I have a lot of hair, but I can’t do a lot of cute hair styles because my hair always slides out of pins and other hair accouterments. I shed A LOT, and my new habit is I’ve started dribbling food in my hair unexpectedly which makes for fun when dining out with friends.
When I finally got a chance to see my stylist a few months ago, I was wavering back and forth on cutting my hair. And by cutting my hair, I mean something similar to the below image of me, circa late 2006:
Lisa circa late 2006.
According to my note on the image page, I went from similar length then as I am now to that cut in two cuts and kept it short for three years.
Obviously, I chickened out.
And here we are.
I’ve been going over pros/cons again on cutting it for the last few days, started adding more images to my hair cut Pinterest board, but I still find myself with no concrete decision. There is no value to me in keeping it long other than it is the one thing TheHusband would really like for me not to change (but as someone whose own hair goes to his knees, he knows the value of having control over one’s own hair). With the long hair, I have no need for hair product and I only wash it once or twice a week at best. Short hair would be more upkeep, but I feel like I could have more fun with it.
When this posts, I’ll be in the middle of my appointment so we’ll see which direction I took and it might look like something like this.
x0x0,
Lisa

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It’s all about the hair.

I never thought I’d write a post about my beauty process¹, however, a large number of my Twitter girlfriends and I haven taken to having unplanned and very random discussions lately on everything from being anxious to our periods to whatever else our vaginas demand we talk about on the twitters. As the conversations are often spontaneous², and it typically starts out with one writing a blog post, another commenting on said blog, then more entering the fray with their thoughts and the threads go on for ages. Thus, when Carolyn recently wrote about that she doesn’t use shampoo, I commented that at some point I should write about the fact that I wash my hair once a week. Several of them said I needed to do such a post because it would be very important, natch, to note that not all of us are created equal, hair wise.³ Since I’m a writer with consistant writer’s block, if writing about my girly acts gets me back to writing on a more regular basis, who am I to argue?
When I say “I wash my hair once a week,” I mean specifically that: I wet and lather my hair once a week. I do not wet or wash it during the course of the week, with the odd exceptions here or there, but usually I have to set aside time for THE WASHING not so much that I have so much hair but that it can be a fairly long process. When I first met my friend Jessica, this past January we were attending the same workshops together in California, and one night we were planning on doing something or another and I mentioned that I had to get back to our hotel early to wash my hair. She looked at me like I was crazy, as it does sound so damned ’50s. Though, to be fair, I have been toying with the idea of setting my hair in juice cans for curls that won’t quit but that is neither here nor there.
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