A New Do
UmberDove
Well? Whose going to make the first zebra print comment? I dare you!
The past two days I have logged some serious hours sitting in a stylist chair, offering up my tender head to a barrage of high pony tails, curling irons and (get ready for it...) a thick mass of blonde extensions. And all for a friend of a friend who really is going to be one of the next big high fashion hair designers (He is in his final stage of his acceptance onto one of the most forward thinking teams Seattle has to offer).
He's giving me the hair-color-itch, what with the MANE of hair I'm sporting right now and the bright blonde bits perking up a rainy afternoon.
In other news, I've found a blissful amount of peace in these last few days between the soul cleansing Fall rain and the hours I've spent in my studio working steadily (you may not know it, but I have rather high strung self, always moving, working, checking off that dread mental list that never ends, only able to come down with concentrated mental effort). The rain, that official marker of Autumn, has come sashaying down my street in a whirl of colored leaves and a brisk wind that dares to flip up the ladies' skirts.
I once had a dear friend tell me (back when I lived in sunny California) that springtime in Seattle would break my heart. She was close, but it is Autumn that awakes something primal in my soul and makes me want to fling all the windows open to the elements. I am residing in small corner of heaven on my earth, somewhere between the turning cherry blossoms tree and violet storm clouds.
I hope this Autumn allows you to shake off the vestments you no longer need and prepare for the most restful hibernation ever.