
I was feeling like my hair needed a trim, so I called my usual gal and got an appointment. She usually works magic. This time I think it was black magic. I'm not loving it. I hope she doesn't read my blog, because I think she is a great hairstylist and a dear friend, but what the crap. If you are not sure which one is me and which one is John Travolta in hairspray, then I totally understand.
On a happy note, Scrapbook Trends asked for one my cards today, for the February publication. Boston just asked when it was going to be bedtime. He went to bed late last night and it's lookin' like he's going to be early to retire this evening. Maybe I'll do something wild like clean a closet or call my husband (who will inevitably be working late). Welcome to the party house on 800 west where late nights are no more and crafting is the main attraction. Bring your own deco scissors and treat to pass.
1 comment:
you crack me up girlie!
I have so been there with bad cuts!!
Hugs!
Libby M.
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