in which the universe provides

i'm jumping for joy, or WAS jumping for joy... the day is almost out now but.... i had another day off today, another day in my studio! damian & i were dragging our sad, unenthusiastic bodies into the car when we heard on the traffic report that there was a fuel spill on the highway we take. at first we looked at each other with the familiar eye roll of "naturally, an accident on our highway" (they happen so often you'd think it were some sort of conspiracy). we took to the back roads which also, not surprisingly, were jammed up. we hit that point where our eye roll turned into "why are we paying for gas we can't afford to waste to just sit here behind a line?" so, we turned around. back home we came.

in a way it's not good, i get a taste for freedom and it's that much harder to return to the routine drudgery. still, i'm appreciative of the day so many thanks universe. i hear you loud and clear.

while i spent time in puddles of paint damian went through some boxes of odds & ends that have moved from house to house with us. you know those things you just can't seem to throw out for some reason? anyways, he found this old earring of mine and brought it up to me in a fit of laughter saying "i can't even imagine you wearing this". i used to wear this (along with it's partner, a female form) all the time when i was about 13/14 years old. i loved to dangle huge jewellery from my ears. it screams ABSOLUTE COOL! don't you think? ;)

maybe i should start wearing it again, even without the lady that goes with it. bring back the one earring only style. add some high wasted denim jeans or some rad leather, teased hair, and i'm ready to rock the streets with the look!

* how awesome was Roxette? seriously.

okay, in other news completely unrelated allow me to discuss my hair. in fact it's not news at all really it's just thoughts, banter, girly-ness. i've been trying to grow out my hair since i got back from Europe this summer (how chi-chi sounding... "oh yes i vacationed in Europe dahling, please pass the caviar and Dom Perignon"). i've never had long hair, the longest it's ever been (to my recollection) is to my shoulders. for some reason i've had this urge to grow it longer so i can toss it up in an innocent yet sexy Jane Austen sort of style. all pulled back yet with loose tendrils of curl hanging down.

i was doing fine until i saw the film 'Little Ashes'. just look at that hair up there, i'm madly in love with it! of course being as gorgeous as Marina Gatell wouldn't hurt. i've tried growing it out before but i always break down and chop it off. my cause for the chop is always my adoration and draw towards the 1920's. i think i've had a bob my entire life. actually one time i went crazy and did the whole pixie cut thing, BIG mistake. i looked like a boy with boobs. it looked fine when the hairdresser did it but when my locks were in my own hands it was a failure of mass proportions.

i must have had the best time in a past life during the 20's, how else can i explain my desire to go back there?

i can stand strong this time though, i shall not cut it. it will keep my ears warm during whatever winter may come our way and then come the first spring day that allows me to put away mittens & scarves i will hack it all off with abandon!