Monday, December 21, 2009
As it turns out, my stylist is quite talented and I've been very happy there over the past couple of years.
In some bizarre twist of life balance learning, I needed a long series of (literal) "bad hair days" to be reminded that I do not have any control over people, places or things.
Every morning when I look in the mirror (or the coffee pot), I will now think of this lesson.
For those of you that think this is a stretch -- humor me. It's making me feel better about looking like I've just been through chemo.
In the meantime, if anyone needs a holiday gift idea for me... think HATS.
Photo source: Graphics Hunt