Sunday, October 26, 2008

Down-Memory-Lane Monday: Hair Continued

When I was a little girl, I wanted long hair swinging wildly down my back. My mother said that if I was going to have long hair, it would have to be styled. She thought long hair just hanging around was sloppy. So I spent many nights sleeping on spoolies, a 60s innovation. Finally, I gave up and consented to a pixie cut, which appears in almost all my young photos.
I can now sympathize with her. Long hair catches on things, gets easily tangled, and is generally a lot of work for a mother trying to keep her daughter neat. Can I find some low-upkeep substitute for long hair? I haven't so far.I wanted hair like that sported by Vinnie Ream, sculptor of the Lincoln statue in the Capitol Rotunda.

My mother insisted on some arrangement like this lady's.

I ended up going the short, practical route.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Photo Phaux pas

This is what happens when you max out the zoom, hold up the camera over your head, and click. The orange thing is the podium in front of President Faust. She's introducing Al Gore for a festive day of Sustainability.

I got some hot cider, then I spilled it on my hand.

Monday, October 20, 2008

Down-Memory-Lane Monday

This is my Kindergarten picture. I look pretty grim. My mother wasn't pleased with the shot, but ordered copies anyway, so as not to hurt my feelings...which leads me to think that school photos were a racket! Whom did you have to know, bribe, or sleep with to get the school-photo contract?

At the time, I hated being photographed, since it seemed to require wearing clothes I didn't like and showing happiness I didn't feel. Since then, I've realized that these were not necessary conditions. I had a similar epiphany about haircuts, which in my early days were always done with a razor. So haircuts always hurt. I didn't realize that razor cuts were a fad. One day a hairdresser used scissors to cut my hair, and I was shocked. Scissors were OK? I had assumed that razors were mandatory for some, perhaps hygienic, reason.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Down-Memory-Lane Monday

Mardi Gras Party my Freshman Year

The other day I was remembering Sally Cruikshank's short cartoon Quasi at the Quackadero, which I saw some 30 plus years ago and thought, "Gosh, everything's available on the web these days. " So I found SC's blog and ordered a DVD of her films. She likes pulsating things that change into other, not necessarily related, things, over and over again. It's like when you're nearly asleep, and you see all these shifting images underneath your eyelids. I often wish I had movie cameras on the underside of my eyelids to record them.

Wednesday, October 08, 2008

The Simmons-Bond Inn, Bed & Breakfast

I am eager to stay here, should I happen to find myself in Toccoa, Georgia. Apparently it's close to the Coca-Cola Museum.
"Staying in the Colleen [a room in the Inn] means taking yourself on an African safari adventure. Featuring antique African artifacts, safari murals on the wall, a private bath found through a secret passageway behind a swinging bookcase, and a truly unique canopy double bed, this room will make your stay an unforgettable event. Maximum number of guests in the room is two."

Other Amenities Include:
Color Television with Cable (60 channels)
Hair Dryer
Iron with Ironing Board
Ceiling Fan
Air Conditioning
Coffee and Tea
Complimentary full course breakfast

Saturday, October 04, 2008

A Lovely New Phone!

Above, on my old wicker phone-holder, see my brand new phone. Right below it is my old phone, disconnected and ready to be packed away against the day it becomes a valuable antique.

And since it's fall, I include some stereotypical New-England-Fall photos.