The Year of A Thousand 'Do's

Just passed my 18th anniversary with the Handyman. That means in two weeks it will be the 20th anniversary of our first date...it was the Monday before Thanksgiving. He wouldn't even spring for dinner...just "a drink". Jiminy Crickets! But, I wore him down. We can spend three figures on a dinner for two nowadays--no problem. We love to eat.

But I digress...I was going to say that I actually liked my hair when we went out for our anniversary. It was pretty cute, and so completely easy. I'm pretty much in love with the easy part, if I can just avoid looking into a mirror as I go out the door.

Of course I was also wearing my all-time favorite, most flattering sweater--that is starting to wear out!!! It is a black mock-neck, 3/4 sleeves with varying width knit ribbing, wider across the chest, and narrower around the waist, so it makes you look tantalizingly trim, even if you ain't! It's some simply polyester thang that was given to me as a hand-me-down eons ago by my long-lost friend Leslie, from her sister. Don't you love those?? Won't be finding a replica of this one anytime soon. Man. (Same thing's happening to my favorite jeans. These wide leg, lightweight denim from Old Navy that I bought for $1 from my mom's next door neighbor's garage sale. Yikes. The consequences of bargain barrel shopping.)

So maybe it wasn't that I liked my hair so much as that I love my sweater and it camouflages a multitude of missing locks.

I did get a new camera for my birthday last month...just in time to take the kids to see King Tut, where NO PHOTOGRAPHY IS ALLOWED. Perfect.

I was at my friend the hairdresser's place the other day and she said I was going to need it shaped up pretty soon. But I just can't see myself letting scissors get anywhere near it, yet. It still needs to blow around a little more.