Here I am, looking like I have an overgrown tree on my head. I am not complaining about the thickness of my hair; I am merely stating a fact. My hair grows longer but for the most part, it grows out like the top of a mushroom. In a while, I hope there will be an improvement because my bangs are covering my eyes.
In the meantime, I was in the studio printing scarves on Tuesday and by now they are all steamed/washed/ironed/tagged/folded and are ready to go into my suitcase.
Here is one on my print table.
Here is a bit of another one, hanging to dry. Both of these look much better now, having been washed. These are not great photos, but oh well.
Post-haircut, at least you can see my eyes.
Yes, that is part of my vintage coffee/tea/other foodstuff (marshmallows, anyone? borax? bread curmbs? A stash of vintage tin signs downstairs -- no repros! Camel cigarettes, Winstons, a Tums thermometer, soft drinks that no longer exist, blah blah blah. Maybe I'll put them back up when/if I ever get the kitchen repainted. A 2015 project.
In the meantime, I have been putzing around in my sewing room, working on something I started a year ago and habe taken apart and sewn together too many times to count. I think it needs to be something else.
The spaghetti sauce is bubbling away and I'm trying to decide what else it needs. Probably some red wine but that means I'll have to open a bottle. Well, maybe I'll skip that ingredient. Fresh basil would be good but that means I have to go upstairs to the greenhouse/aka master bath, which has a skylight. And I'm too lazy. Garlic, artichoke hearts, beef, capers, anchovies, and I forget what else.
There you have it. Cocktail hour looms and I am done with all this idle chit-chat for the time being. If there is any breaking news between now and Monday, when I am in transit (unlikely), I will post it.
Enjoy your weekend; I will be scrambling to try and cram everything into one suitcase. Ha!