Desert Magnolia

Things that contributed to my mood on Friday? Hair ambiguity. I'm in the process of growing out my layers, and while it still feels short short, it's actually grown a bit, and looks pretty good due to Sweet Melissa's trim and highlight ministrations last week. The crux of my problem stems from the bigger, 'should I really grow it out at my age, or just keep it short?' question. I haven't really worked that out, though am practicing envisioning myself with a slightly longer than chin-length do, very chic, that will, when we finally get there, make me glad I stuck with it. In the meantime, every time I walk by a mirror I go, 'Ugh, how long is it going to take until I actually like my hair again????' My emotions, on Friday, courtesy of www.stuffintheair.com PMS . I'm not going to blame my emotional, mental state, and screwed up cycle on the obvious, but isn't it strange that this summer, one in which Son graduated from college and just depa...

So, before when I addressed this thorny state of being about which we females avoid conversation whenever possible due to its impossibly simple elements but improbably deep impact on our lives, I didn't really explain as much as I should. Leave it to me to hash, rehash, then revisit the reenhashment. A friend of mine (who shall remain nameless-it's her right right now) suggested I go ahead and touch on that... It goes a little like this: I firmly believe there are times to expect oneself to be lucid, focused, humorous, gentle to oneself, etc., but the week before our period, not so much. That is not the week to a: enter into a new relationship, b: sign contracts, c: attempt to learn new brain skills like Sudoku or Physics, or, d:buy jeans. NEVER try on jeans when you're PMSing or you'll be looking for a stungun to paralyze either a: the person who talked you into this knowing your state of mind or b: yourself, or c: the salesperson who suggested the lowrise ...