my day as a straight-haired girl
I've always wondered what having straight hair would be like, and today I found out. This morning I went to get my curly hair cut, and Kristin my hair girl insisted on straightening it. Since it was a perfect warm-but-not-humid spring day, all her hard work with the big round brush, blowdryer, and flat iron is still going strong. Which is to say, my hair is as smooth and ruly as I always imagined straight hair to be, but the constant flopping in my eyes is giving me a new appreciation for the barrettes and ponytails market, not to mention why Iris is constantly pushing her hair off her face.
My own mother, who was babysitting Iris, didn't recognize me when I came home. Iris observed, "You look different," and then, "You're still alive."
What better way to celebrate life than with a couple thrift-store stops on my (roundabout) way home? Lookee what I found:
Set of 8 Vera napkins! Never used, from the looks of them. I love love love them.
And this, which was with the $1 scarves. Only it's not a scarf...
it's a furoshiki, or Japanese wrapping cloth, used to bundle clothes, gifts, and other whatnot in pre-plastic-shopping-bag Japan.
I seem to be following a Japanese family around on their thrift store rounds, picking up as they drop off. What could be better? Straight hair, maybe....
Yeah, well, tomorrow I'll be back to my normal unruly, corkscrewy self. Assuming I take a shower. The family consensus is that that is a good idea.