Hair Attitude.

 Hah! Fooled yah!

 

I like wash and wear stuff.

My Selfie while waiting for a to go order at Culvers. 

Hey, I think hair is overrated by the beauty industry. I think men are made to believe that women, all women should have glorious locks of flowing hair. Well, some do! And some don't. Personally, I wear a baseball cap most of the time when doing anything outside.

Over the many many years of life, I've had many do's.

The colors have changed, from dark lustrous hair to some brownish stuff with lots of glistening silvers that really shine when I am in the sunlight.

But in the end, there I am, that person that wanders through the woods with a baseball cap or a winter hat.

My hair is there, it can be a bother, a hinderance, or a royal pain in the tush.

The girl that does my hair knows that I'll go home and put on an old baseball cap and wander out into the woods. 

What was hubby's reaction? I brought him a Mushroom Swiss Burger with fries and a soda. He grabbed the food with delight and then stopped and casually said...

"It looks nice."

Hair? It really doesn't matter to me that much because in the end...I'm the one who always ...

Prefers Hats!

Brrr! And happy Friday...

Brrrr on this Thursday morning! We have a heavy frost in the low lying areas. I'm happy that I didn't plant everything early and have all those poor little seedlings get frosted. 

But that is weather in Wisconsin!

It is the big summer kickoff weekend. People are putting out flowers at cemeteries. Campers are filling the highways. Detours are everywhere.

Generally we stay home for this weekend. In years past, we had Rich's mom and his daughter's family out for a cookout that was super simple. Roasted hotdogs and beans with chips on the side. 

We put out the old picnic table and I put a fitted sheet on it as a table cloth. I used to fill it with bowls of peonies and mason jars of iris flowers for decorations. The kids would roast wieners over a tiny fire and we'd all eat at the table.
Afterward the kids and Grandpa would do S'mores or Marshmallows. 

Since Rich's folks are no longer with us, that no longer happens. Time moves on doesn't it?

Speaking of campers and such...

It looks like Mickey and Minnie are setting off on a camping trip!

It sure doesn't look like a good road Mickey!

Uh Oh! Turn around, don't try it!

Well, they found a spot finally.

and...it looks like they have some friends that joined them to roast marshmallows.

We shall see what the weekend brings!

I know it will include climbing a bluff in the predawn and coffee overlooking a valley 100 feet below.

AND...

because I was feeling somewhat like a super hero all week, I had some fun with the gal who trims my hair....

All I need is a cape. But my Mickey Mouse jacket will do for the time being.

Pigtails...

 

My son and his fiancé are coming this weekend to visit and so I made a hair appointment with the lady that cuts my hair. 

I begged her to do something! I wanted to look 'nice' or nic-er. Or 
something...

She styled it a few weeks ago after we did the funky color adventure. Sadly, by morning my hair had lost all the nice styling she'd applied. However, I loved it since I'd never had my hair 'styled' before. It DID look really nice! 

So this time I asked for a braid or something. A French braid looks pitiful and painfully thin. So she said...

What about pigtail braids?

Why not? It would be sporty even if it turned out thin and ugly. 

I told her that I'd be hiking on Saturday so a flouncy style wouldn't really suit me as I'd ponytail it up and stick it under my baseball cap.

She started as another stylist watched and we all laughed and giggled at the result. I loved it!
I told Andrea that the only thing left to do was to get some floral wire and make the pigtails stick out sideways and

I 

could 

be 

Pippy Longstocking!
Who was by the way, one of my childhood heroes.

Pippi was adventurous, kind hearted, and always so free and independent. She was my heroine.

When she finished I laughed and giggled which in turn made the other hairstylist laugh and giggle. I got up and twirled around like a kid.

The one lady said that she thought this was much more adventuresome than...
dying hair 'blue' and doing the weekly curl. 

I concurred. I felt joyous and fun.

No. I cannot braid my own hair this well. I like fun stuff. Normally I tire of long hair quickly and cut it all off.

But I may just keep the longer thinner hair that has beautiful silver streaks in it for fun. 

After all, I don't think I've changed that much since I was a kid.

I'm still that adventurer...