OMG! I totally got BANGS!!!! (and a sidenote about feet.)

So...whatdya think? Don't mind my lips (they have a mind of their own...aka my mind is at their service.) Also don't mind that pile of junk on my bed--"my place is usually a little tidier than this." Major props to the talented Kelsie for givin me such a hip do.

In other news, have I ever told you about this quirk I have where I think everyone has six toes at first glance? It's weird, right? ("My name is Innigo Montoya" and all that jazz.) Even myself though-- I just looked down and since it's such nice weather my feet are bare (not to mention I'm inside my house) and I did a touble take: holy crap, I have six toes! Wait--Phew, nope, just five. Just five, like every other day I've looked at my feet for the past twenty four years. I think it's safe to say that I've looked at my feet every day of my life, which is remarkable. I'm trying to think of exceptions, like that week I went blindfolded or that one time I got separated from the lower half of my body...can't think of any exceptions. That is remarkable. I had no idea I could be that consistent.

PS I just realized in those old school pics I also had rockin bangs. So this is just a return to my roots.

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet?

There's something I don't understand. How does Juicy Couture a) actually sell velour track suits and b) charge $118 for the pants alone? And since when do people wear patent leather loafers with track suits?

I'm actually asking, if you have any thoughts.





Oooh-just got way better...how do they charge $300 for these gray cashmere beauties, note the nice pink flats.

Indulgence, because I'm in charge here.

Someone asked me today what my favorite memory of my mom is. And even though I should be doing a hundred different things right now, I'm putting them aside to remember for a few minutes, because as I read today, "No one owns the past, but it is a grave error not to inhabit memory" (Patrica Hampl).

I am surprised to find that the things that come first to mind are hardly moments, and not really distinct in time, but a blending of thousands of moments to recreate the emotion I remember more concretely than any scene:
-sitting next to mom in church, especially while singing the hymns, and watching her "jot" down notes in her planner, probably what we would have for dinner that week. She would point out words in the songs and if they were comforting to her, she would write those in her planner too.









-pulling in the driveway and seeing her curls in the kitchen window; walking in the back door and having her look up at me from that same chair at the table, smiling a very particular smile.
-seeing her sitting at the end of the hall with her legs crossed in front of her, surrounded by stacks of mail and the newspaper.
-having her call me on her way home from work to see if I needed anything from the grocery store; going with Dave to meet her at the store, because for some reason we liked grocery shopping with her.

-cooking dinner together. watching her cook dinner from the table as I did my homework.
-Making beds together at the cabin.
-Hearing her laugh at parties.
-My endless fascination with the contents of her purse.
-Her stashes of candy throughout the house
-Watching her wash her face at night
-Singing at the piano; the earnest look on her face like it was business, and we
might as well be performing for the queen.
-Looking out the window on a spring morning and seeing her in the garden.

There are more--there will always be more.

Wish you happyappyappyappyappyappyappyappy

We went on an overnight excursion to Bryce Canyon for some XCountry Skiing to celebrate Kingfish's birthday. The pictures speak for themselves.
But first, an oldie