#NaPoWriMo – DAY 28 – IN THE WOODS

DAY 28 – IN THE WOODS

Crunch crack sounds warning

Hidden creatures sigh relief

Snow is in the woods

 

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Dag Nabbitt, I Have Texas Hair!

This is my profile pic; the one on Twitter, Facebook and everywhere else that associates my friends and readers with me. Before you read on, I ask that you remember me this way because things have changed drastically!..

One of the first things I remember soon after moving to a small town in Texas close to 4 years ago was something Joy Behar said on “The View” one day. She mentioned a nation-wide poll that listed Texas as the “worst hair” state.

I recall saying, “Fabulous, I live here now,” but didn’t give the statistic more thought. Then, I soon became aware of some kind of a difference while walking through stores, parking lots, all around really. I noticed amateurish cuts, God-awful highlighting jobs, grown-out roots and pony tails…pony tails and hats. I promised myself that would never be me.

Take a look; Texas claimed two out of 13 of the worst cities in the country in a 2009 survey. “For the least hair-friendly cities, TotalBeauty noted a number of factors that contribute to frizz, dryness and other common hair complaints. These include humidity, hard water and a dearth of hair salons.”:

Unfortunately, the 2012 survey stayed the same.

Now, I’m a New Yorker who was used to plunking down $150.00 at the ‘beauty parlor’ for a color and a cut, more if it was time for highlights, the same in Florida. Yet, since moving to a ‘rustic’ small town in Central Texas Hill Country, I gave the 4 home-town salons a shot, but they were all sub-par. It’s just a different world out here, and I can attest for the “dearth” of hair salons.

It’s been such a slow process that I just had’nt noticed. The intense Texas heat found me cutting my hair short and I began coloring it myself. Let’s put it this way, after one showers and dresses then does farm chores, one needs another shower! It’s daunting and I guess somewhere along the line, something shifted.

I settled on a small neighborhood place that equates more to a barber shop than a salon, where I now pay (wait for it, wait for it) a WHOPPING $12.00! That’s if I drag my boney butt down to town to get it done; usually, I just trim my bangs over the bathroom sink. The one-woman shop owner is also the minister of the Korean church next door. I get a trim and a sermon all at once; now that’s one stop shopping!

I had always wanted to be an “Ivory Snow’ kind of girl, natural and make-up free, and I soon realized it out in this country. When my hubby and I get together with family, I’m the one in jeans and boots, hair up, no make-up (well maybe a tad of mascara) and they’re all face-painted, dressed up and acrylic-ed out. I shake my head; what’s the point? We’re out in the sticks for Pete’s sake and there’s no one to impress.

This stark reversal of mine found me feeling quite liberated, but lately it’s gotten a bit out of hand. Focusing full-time on writing hasn’t helped. I wake at 4:30 every morning so that I have some quiet time before my 3-mile morning walks at 6:30. I try to catch up on Twitter and Facebook so that I’ll be able to concentrate later on writing after I come home and get all 10 animals and a husband fed. Then I’m out in the goat yard for an hour or two cleaning up. By the time I get back in the house it’s noontime, and I get stuck in my pink Texas Longhorn ball cap that I wear on my morning walks.

I’m beginning to think the “Great Grandma” is looking better than me.

Sometimes I can be found in my dilapidated cowboy hat feeding the dogs, doing farm chores, writing, cleaning the house, caring for the goats, writing, secretarial work for hubby, and writing.

It’s gotten so bad lately that I’ve regressed to pig tails!

Notice the roots? I went past Ivory Snow Girl, did not collect $200.00, and landed at Frump. I’ve become a statistic!

I only dare post shots from the back! Whaaaaah, I need a trip back to New York. :0(

DAY 29- MASQUERADE- Haiku #BlogFlash2012

DAY 29 – MASQUERADE

Smooth ruse masked intent

Believing brought surrender

A stolen heart breaks

There’s still time to pop over to Terri Giuliano Long’s #blogflash2012 to read scads of wonderful and varied posts by authors you might know and some you’ll be happy to have found. Thanks again Terri for this challenging opportunity!

DAY 24- IN THE WOODS #BlogFlash2012

DAY 24 – IN THE WOODS

Crunch crack sounds warning

Hidden creatures sigh relief

Snow is in the woods

 

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DAY 22- ON HOLIDAY #BlogFlash2012

DAY 22 – ON HOLIDAY

The first year Dani met Mark on holiday she fell hard. He was tall and cute but really, really shy. Dani became fast friends with Mark’s sister Suzy and learned that their family came to Pier 66 every year too.

Equating herself to Gidget swooning over Moondoggie, Dani spent the entire vacation with butterflies in her stomach and the soul desire to kiss him. The one or two times she was lucky enough to be alone with him, Dani could tell Mark liked her, but he never got around to doing anything about it and the holiday soon ended.

The following year was different. It wasn’t long after Dani arrived and found her favorite spot on the sea wall when she soon felt a tap on her shoulder. Mark pulled her to her feet and kissed her right on the spot. Dani smiled realizing that Moondoggie Mark wasn’t going to waste any time this year and that this vacation would be the best ever!