New Haircut!!

The other day, I attended a meeting of small business owners in the Lowcountry.

As is true of most networking events, we went around the room and introduced ourselves. The first person to introduce herself was a woman who said that she was a hair stylist. Now, after reading my previous blog, you can imagine how excited I was to find this out!

Even though I was there to meet the woman who hosts the entrepreneurial training workshop, I had more important matters to handle. After the meeting ended, I made a bee-line for the lady hairstylist (who happened to be speaking to the entrepreneurial training hostess).

"I just got the second worst haircut of my life," I blurted out.

"I noticed," she said.

"Can it be fixed?"

"Absolutely."

So, two days later, I drove down to her place in Savannah, GA and 5 hours later...I emerged a new woman. Just take a look and see...

BACK POST - Pecan Grove Picnic

Hey, please check out this posting under April 26,2009.

Read all about my experience last year going for a picnic in a pecan grove. And, for you Northerners out there, here's the deal on pronunciation...

If you are talking about a tree or a grove or the nut itself, the word is PEE'can.
If you are talking about a pie, it's pee-CON'.

Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it. I did!

Bad Haircut, Great Haircut

For a woman, there is nothing worse than a bad haircut.

No matter what you put on, what clothes you wear, what shoes you sport, what accessories you flaunt...nothing can overcome the innate sense that you know your hair looks horrific and by association, that you look bad.

Living in a new place, I have been faced with the challenge of finding someone who can "do" my "do." Cut, color, the works. (Color? Yes, I'm a natural blond, but...)

Any way, I've been looking for someone who knows how to cut my hair. It's not an easy task. It's tricky because my hair strands are thin, but I have a lot, a lot of hair. So, inexperienced hairstylists think that they can cut layers into the top layer of hair, but when they do that, I end up looking like I have two hair cuts, the layered one on top and long hair on the bottom. I usually look worse than Florence Henderson on the Brady Bunch. Remember her shag? Ug....

I even had a difficult time in New York.

Right before I left the city, I had finally found a dream hair stylist -- Avi from Israel -- who always made me look glamerous. And, what girl doesn't want to look like a glam girl? Any way...back to my search in the Lowcountry...

My colorist doesn't know how to cut. So, I went looking...when I heard that a friend of mine had gotten a terrific cut, I went to the hair salon where she had gone and asked for an appointment with their "top stylist," someone who specialized in knowing how to cut layers. Great!

So, I went in to my appointment and explained all about my hair...that I didn't want short layers on top, that you had to cut layers into the hair, that the layers needed to be underneath, everything she had to know. And, she went to work...snip, snip, snip...and...I came out of the shop looking like...

Snoopy. Yes, that's right, I came out of the hair salon looking like Charlie Brown's dog. There was this big puffy layer around the top of my head which frizzed up in this humidity and then long straight layers that hung around my face like dog's ears. When I saw the cut, I exclaimed: "OMG, I hate it!"

It was really, really bad. Look at this picture...

I have a big week...social engagements, dinners, professional meetings, a consulting assignment, getting my military ID. I really don't want to have to get an ID where I will be reminded of this haircut for years to come.

Stay tuned...

Catching Up With You...

Hi everyone -- I'm back.

I've missed talking with you. You see, it's been a crazy couple of months. Easter came and went...I spent the week with my parents in CT, helping them to get the house ready for the big move to Chicago.

Here's an accounting of the weekends that followed...

Landon and I had our first wedding anniversary.
Landon's son Bo graduated from college.
Mother's Day was spent in CT with my mom, dad, and sister as we poured through the house, knowing that in 14 days, we'd be moved out.
I celebrated my "special day".
The following weekend was "the move."
Back to the Lowcountry where I needed some time to recoup and re-establish.

And, here I am.

My intention is to backdate some posts and to take you through that journey with me. It was the best of times, with some challenging times, but all in all, a lot packed into a short period of time.

Jump on and I'll take you for that ride!

Jackie's In the House!

YIPPEE!!

Jackie's coming back...

Apparently her stint in a nursing home didn't last. She wants to come back. I'm thrilled. Miss Flo is thrilled.

She's back...

BTW, Miss Jackie gives the best hugs in the world. You just kinda get lost in her loving arms, that just enfold you. I missed her hugs. :o)

Young Creatives: Luke and Luke

My newphew Luke is going to film school this summer. He is 8 years old.

Last night, I went to a neighbor's house and we talked about a product she gave us the other day. It's a hot sauce called "Devil's Potion", Authentic West Indian sauce. (Medium)

Who makes it? Her 14 year old grandson. 14 years old and he has formed a company because he always wanted to be an entrepreneur.

Whenever you are tempted to become disheartened by the state of the US economy, I want you to think of the "Young Creatives" of today -- kids 8 and 14 years old who are creating and making things happen. The entrepreneurial gene is very strong in this country, and provided that our government creates and enforces policies that encourage small business and entrepreneurs, we will continue to be leaders in this global economy.

Things of the South...

This morning I had a meeting with the Head of Curriculum at a local college.

As I sat in the parking lot before the meeting, I wondered...

In the South, is it more important to be on time or to take that time to put on some lipstick?

I decided on the lipstick. :o)

PS. When I conferred with my appointment, she assured me I had made the right choice!