Today we met with some of our kamping buddies for a late afternoon meal at the local BBQ establishment. We were all having withdrawal symptoms, having not been in the company of one another since ............. well, last month. This was the brain child of Sue and Miss Martha. Sue picked the date. The wind will absolutely take your breath away as the temperature is dropping steadily. She will not live this down anytime soon and refused to be involved in next month's date picking. Fred will have to take the blame should that date turn out to be a blizzard.
I had promised Miss Martha some doll clothes for her granddaughters and I managed to pull it off in the nick of time. Good thing, cause what would St. Nick do if I didn't keep my promises?
Yesterday was a shopping marathon for cookie ingredients and staples. It was a balmy 50 degrees and Yvonne and I managed to cram it all in the back of my VW Bug. She had to drive us home, since I can't see at night and no one could see out the rear view mirror. I had planned on sewing after the shopping trip, but ........... shopping is exhausting!
When I was drying my hair yesterday I noticed that my temples were gray and upon further inspection discovered the crown of my head to be, well, really gray. Not a subtle sprinkling of gray, but more like, "Gee, I wonder if she knows how bad her hair looks?" So, this morning, after only half a cup of coffee, I decided to remedy the hair situation. As I was carefully applying the color to my hair I was studying all my new wrinkles as I looked in the mirror. It was then that I noticed that my eyebrows were also turning gray ............ Hair is hair, right? And, shouldn't your brows match your hair color? So, thinking myself to be ever so clever, I applied some of the hair dye to my brows and waited the required time.
I wiped the goo off my brows and hopped into the shower to rinse my hair. As I toweled off and looked into the mirror. Dark brows, dark, thick brows. Think Groucho Marx. I grabbed a washcloth and scrubbed at them. That is when I noticed that the dye had also colored the skin, not just the brows. I am hoping that this will eventually wash off my skin and I know that the color won't last forever. It seemed like a good idea at the time .............
He who is slow to recognize change noticed the new look, but my friends were either tactful or oblivious to my new look. All of them, except Yvonne. She kept touching her brows every time she looked at me during dinner. What are friends for?