Just sitting here, coffee at my side, watching the inaugural festivities. Pondering the future ......
But, I won't wax political here. Not that I do not have some very strong opinions about the future. At this point in the day, it is like the red carpet events for an awards show. All the "celebrities" are arriving and the commentators are announcing them. I look up to see Newt Gingrich and his wife and cannot take my eyes away!
It is a damp dreary day there, much like the one I see out my tiny window. Her hair is perfectly coiffed, right down to that one curl that adorns the left side of her "do". I watch as she leans in to give fake kisses to those she is acquainted with, all the while holding her husband's hand. They move their way through the crowd gathered and her hair does not move AT ALL. It looks like it is painted on her head! Like a plastic helmet of hair she donned for the damp weather!
I am fascinated with her hair. I can't stop watching. Now I am looking at everyone's hair. In that misty fog, all the other women seem to be resigned to having their hair succumb to the elements, or wear a hat. I have to know what kind of hairspray this woman uses!!
I found myself at a salon Tuesday. I was on a trip for puppy food and some other necessities and decided to have my hair cut. It was long enough to donate and I was ready. I haven't cut it more than just trimming for 3 years and when I woke that morning, Charming Eddie seemed to be trying to chew the ends off. With my new short do, I may need that Gingrich hairspray!