March 30, 2015
I’m thinking about New Orleans. My favorite “New Awleen” heels, suede high heels that were purple and green and gold suede parrot shoes that everyone knew were my Mardis Gras shoes.
About skies that have partial clouds passing overhead and you are in sunlight and then in rain and then in hot sunlight again.
About a place where a California girl can’t lie out in the sun because the New Orleans sun is hotter and harsher than anywhere else on earth and will eat you.
“Hey Mister, Throw me some beads!”
Dancing in the streets, parades, a pounding drum beat.
A hand grabbing me by the back of the neck and pulling me backwards three feet in a Mardis Gras crowd, just far enough back a roiling fight passes by in front of me instead of over me.
A guy getting arrested for punching a horse. [Who punches a horse?] A horse a policeman is sitting on.
A restaurant with the best steak sandwich in town between cobblestone walls that used to house a prison, etched with centuries.
Dancing at Tipitina’s. Men with washboards they play better than most musicians play guitars.
Everyone dances. Men. Women. Children. EVERYONE dances.
And the kindness. I showed up in Louisiana a child of the road, a refugee, and everyone was kind.
My New Orleans will always be that place. The place where a beat up battered child of the road could show up and everyone would just say, Those are pretty shoes, let’s dance.
March 29, 2015
I love this hair color. I’m wondering if I love it enough to do it.
March 9, 2015
February 23, 2015
So for a while I haven’t been able to do anything with my hair because of an injury — which sucked taking the new DL photo, also they don’t let you wear a baseball caps in DL photos, ahhh!
But, I’m almost back again. And now with all this crazy hair that has been growing and growing, I have to figure out what to do with it. So I am all aflutter hair window shopping. Yay!
February 23, 2015
Because I love pretty dresses, some of my Oscar faves —
January 29, 2015
Why is it any time I mention women wearing clothing or grooming themselves, everyone starts talking about women “trying to attract men”? Women groom themselves and put on clothing for other reasons. We have jobs. We go to church. We go to the supermarket. We travel on airplanes and go to the library and drive cars and pump our own gas and, you know, do stuff that requires grooming and clothing, we don’t just lie naked and ungroomed on the kitchen floor till it’s time to go find a man. What century is this?
January 28, 2015
January 25, 2015
It’s been so long since I had anything resembling long hair, I forgot it gets tangles in it that have to be brushed out. Where do these tangles come from? What causes them? Does the hair just go on a tangling spree on its own? Does it have its own brain?
[Okay wait I know hair has its own brain, that is clear even with short hair. Maybe the hair is stealing my brain. Ahhhh!]
PS: It has not escaped my attention my second father on FB renamed that photo “BratPunzel.” I am pretty sure he was not referring to the photo either. :::grrr:::