Una's job
is to inspect all new clothing. She approves.
And no, I didn't get it specifically to match my dresser.
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Yesterday,
The Gryphon got a hair cut from my hair stylist. This was something of
a big deal, since he has long hair and hadn't had it trimmed since before
we started dating, almost two years ago.
It wasn't
so much that he didn't want to go to a hair stylist as he hadn't gotten
around to it, and the hair stylist friend who used to cut his hair had
stopped working at the salon where he used to work. So I made the process
easy by calling and making an appointment.
When he
met my hair stylist, she asked him first what sort of cut he was looking
for. He said he just wanted a trim. Then she kidded, "What does she
want?" and nodded at me.
I was quiet
and quickly averted my eyes. Not for any particular reason, but mostly
because it was funny. I'm terrible about things like that, but I was in
a silly mood. Of course, then The Gryphon thought that I wanted him to
cut his hair short.
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I tried
to reassure him. "I want you to be happy," I said, only realizing
as the words came out of my mouth that this could be misinterpreted to
me "but it doesn't make me happy." Hastily, I added, "I
like your hair."
He does
have nice hair, which is fine and curly. It's lightened over the five
years since I've known him, partly because of the growing influx of silver
hair and partly, I believe, just from the sun. I have a picture of him
from about five years ago where it's a dark brown, almost black. Today,
it looks more like a medium brown.
My hair
stylist approached him delicately, as if afraid that he would be touchy
about what she did. But he was relaxed; he even closed his eyes, not bothering
to watch in the mirror. She asked if he minded if she touched his sideburns,
and he said that was no problem. Same thing went for his eyebrows, and
even though he'd never had anything done with them, he had no trouble
letting her touch them up.
By the time
she was done, his hair looked much as it had when I met him five years
ago, and I think he's going to be much happier with it now. It will be
much easier to deal with. This morning, for example, he didn't wake up
with what I call "Beethoven hair," where his hair used to frame
his head in a crazy frizz. Just for the record, I also have silly hair
in the morning, particularly if I go to bed with it damp. But I don't
look like Beethoven. I probably look more like a hedgehog or something.
I am currently
flying high, having gone shopping this morning for an outfit to wear to
the formal dinner my Dad takes me to every year for his medical convention
in early May. Instead of buying some sort of frou-frou dress at a high
end department store for $200 or $300, a dress I'd most likely never wear
again, I decided to check out Target. I thought maybe I could find something
by designer Isaac Mizrahi, like I had for New Year's.
Unfortunately,
the little black Mizrahi dress I'd seen on Target.com wasn't for sale
in this store, but after a little creative thinking I found the perfect
outfit, in the junior section, of all places.
The dress
is a strapless number with a top that's so tight-fitting I won't need
to worry about accidents, and it's got a low waist that's very flattering,
as well as a flirty skirt. There's a flower pinned to one hip, which I
could move to elsewhere on the dress or remove altogether. It's a psychedelic
paisley pattern mixing rose, pink, orange, green and purple.
To make
the outfit more formal, I'm pairing it with an antique white brocade jacket,
tied with chiffon in front. The jacket can be removed, should I overheat
during dancing, and the dress looks just as nice alone.
The best
part: the dress and jacket are a size Junior Medium, which is equivalent
to a small in regular women's sizes. In fact, when I was trying on dresses
in the women's department, I was trying on either size 8 dresses or smalls.
Not all
of them worked so great, of course, since I am gourd shaped. This means
that any dresses with a straight line bulged out in an unflattering way
around my belly and hips. It's simply a matter of finding things that
work well for my body shape.
And all
the time, I'm getting happier with what I see!
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