Month: January 2014

Hair Cut

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Occasionally I suffer a bad hair day–with guilt.

How dare I indulge in a bad hair day.  The world is in shambles:  war, murder, mayhem.  And I have a bad hair day?  Really?

One day it’s fine–falls correctly and feels manageable.  Then in a nano second, it’s all wrong.  It’s flat on top and ugly on bottom.  My bangs stick to my eyelashes.  So annoying.  Even after I clean my glasses and peer in the mirror, I am depressed by my ghastly hair.

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You can’t just make an appointment for a hair cut by picking up the phone any more.  Turn on your computer.  Remember the stylist’s link.  Enter my name and email.  Click on a new window.  Pull down the tab for my preferred stylist.  Open the window for what service I want.  HAIR CUT.  i want to put it in caps with neon highlights and an exclamation point.

The first date available is four weeks out.  Double drat.  Often I have been known to hack away at some irritating lock but I do know better.  Seldom is the result satisfying.  But suffering a bad hair month is entirely too self indulgent.

Did you notice that I often wear a hat?  There are many solutions in life that are simple.  A hat not only shields me from the damaging rays of the sun and protects me from rain, snow and blizzard, it also hides a bad hair day.

What was your last hair cut like?

My Muse in an Email

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Little things mean a lot. It was just a routine group email but I read it which is the important part. And Carol McMillan sent it…it took both those things to shift the resistance that has bound me for several years. So I scheduled an appointment with myself. The painting has been on my easel for three, perhaps four, years. I turned it upside down a year or two ago. So, Carol sends the reminder that Valley Arts Group is changing out paintings next Saturday. 

Today, there it is on my calendar. PAINT. I panic for a moment when I can’t even find my oils. Then I remember they’re in that old treasure chest looking thing covered in dust. I start to get sidetracked repairing it. NO. Not on the schedule. Then I can’t get the paints open. Get a pair of pliers out of the kitchen drawer (I use them all the time). Finally, tubes open, paint smeared on a long saved piece of plastic, turpentine and linseed oil open (inhale now)…oh, no…where are my brushes? Only one and a dinky collection of sponges on sticks. OK now. Use what you have.

I leave it upside down, use my non-dominant hand, slip into that zone where I am not present and the faeries sing. I finished the painting this afternoon. Almost ruined it by not listening to it say it is DONE.

It dries now. I will hang it next week. I think the portal is open again. Thanks to Carol McMillan and that group email.

My Muse in an Email

Posted on by cjprinceauthor

Little things mean a lot. It was just a routine group email but I read it which is the important part. And Carol McMillan sent it…it took both those things to shift the resistance that has bound me for several years. So I scheduled an appointment with myself. The painting has been on my easel for three, perhaps four, years. I turned it upside down a year or two ago. So, Carol sends the reminder that Valley Arts Group is changing out paintings next Saturday. 

Today, there it is on my calendar. PAINT. I panic for a moment when I can’t even find my oils. Then I remember they’re in that old treasure chest looking thing covered in dust. I start to get sidetracked repairing it. NO. Not on the schedule. Then I can’t get the paints open. Get a pair of pliers out of the kitchen drawer (I use them all the time). Finally, tubes open, paint smeared on a long saved piece of plastic, turpentine and linseed oil open (inhale now)…oh, no…where are my brushes? Only one and a dinky collection of sponges on sticks. OK now. Use what you have.

I leave it upside down, use my non-dominant hand, slip into that zone where I am not present and the faeries sing. I finished the painting this afternoon. Almost ruined it by not listening to it say it is DONE.

It dries now. I will hang it next week. I think the portal is open again. Thanks to Carol McMillan and that group email.