Cutting remarks!
Gosh, so much has happened since my 100th blog and I have been rushing around happy as can be.
Yesterday I had a funny five minutes and decided to have my hair cut short. After 15 years with long tresses (varying between almost waist length and shoulder length), I now have what feels like a short back and sides. My hairdresser is incredibly sweet and was delighted to be able to do something more than 'just a trim', but it is much, much shorter than I had envisaged it would be when I walked into the salon. I guess I will get used to feeling bald and cold and anyway, my hair grows like weeds (especially in the spring and summer), so it won't be long before my neat and tidy haircut resembles my usual 'through the hedge backwards' look.
Plans for our jolly to the NEC are shaping up, although in my usual impatient manner, I wish we could get quotes, catalogues, printing etc done in about half the time that they will actually take. My impatience I realise, comes from my excitment about and enthusiasm for Pretty Practicals and I wouldn't change that for the world.
Everything came to a grinding halt for 80 minutes yesterday (twice) whilst I caught up with the 6 nations matches on the telly. Once again my sister was in attendance at the Wales game (she went to Twickenham last weekend and Cardiff this weekend ) grrr, how envious am I? Dave is not a great rugby fan, actually he goes to the dining room 'to watch paint drying' whilst I am perched on the edge of the sofa, cheering and clapping at the television. Another of our differences that we celebrate.... still, I run off to find something (anything) else to do whenever a Star Wars film appears on our screen ~ I guess we all have something we aren't so keen on.
And finally, the sun has arrived in Rhayader heralding the arrival of spring (maybe). The nights are still bitterly cold and the mornings have offered a crisp white cover across the countryside, like starched linen bedsheets, which have been slowly washed away by the warming glow of the tentative rays of sunshine. By mid afternoon, the sky has been deep blue, my spirits have been lifted and we have even ventured outside to drink in the sunshine and a cup of tea.
Here's a picture I took outside our unit on Friday afternoon, the sun lighting up the bark and branches of these tall pine trees which have loomed over us all winter... it makes me realise how lovely they will look by high summer.
It's my turn to put the kettle on... chat soon, Liz
Yesterday I had a funny five minutes and decided to have my hair cut short. After 15 years with long tresses (varying between almost waist length and shoulder length), I now have what feels like a short back and sides. My hairdresser is incredibly sweet and was delighted to be able to do something more than 'just a trim', but it is much, much shorter than I had envisaged it would be when I walked into the salon. I guess I will get used to feeling bald and cold and anyway, my hair grows like weeds (especially in the spring and summer), so it won't be long before my neat and tidy haircut resembles my usual 'through the hedge backwards' look.
Plans for our jolly to the NEC are shaping up, although in my usual impatient manner, I wish we could get quotes, catalogues, printing etc done in about half the time that they will actually take. My impatience I realise, comes from my excitment about and enthusiasm for Pretty Practicals and I wouldn't change that for the world.
Everything came to a grinding halt for 80 minutes yesterday (twice) whilst I caught up with the 6 nations matches on the telly. Once again my sister was in attendance at the Wales game (she went to Twickenham last weekend and Cardiff this weekend ) grrr, how envious am I? Dave is not a great rugby fan, actually he goes to the dining room 'to watch paint drying' whilst I am perched on the edge of the sofa, cheering and clapping at the television. Another of our differences that we celebrate.... still, I run off to find something (anything) else to do whenever a Star Wars film appears on our screen ~ I guess we all have something we aren't so keen on.
And finally, the sun has arrived in Rhayader heralding the arrival of spring (maybe). The nights are still bitterly cold and the mornings have offered a crisp white cover across the countryside, like starched linen bedsheets, which have been slowly washed away by the warming glow of the tentative rays of sunshine. By mid afternoon, the sky has been deep blue, my spirits have been lifted and we have even ventured outside to drink in the sunshine and a cup of tea.
Here's a picture I took outside our unit on Friday afternoon, the sun lighting up the bark and branches of these tall pine trees which have loomed over us all winter... it makes me realise how lovely they will look by high summer.
It's my turn to put the kettle on... chat soon, Liz
posted by Pretty Practicals | 21:24
2 Comments:
Well done......you are very brave. I have just had a little taken off my long hair last week. I will have it shorter one day but I cannot pluck up the courage to go the whole length.
Hugs,
Carol x
New hair cuts are fun. I just hope you're not the type to cry when you cut your hair. I'm sure you will come to enjoy it while you grow it back out.
I am so envious that spring is springing there. We have yet another snow storm scheduled for Wednesday. *sigh*
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