i have just taken a hundred photos (maybe less, but it felt like a hundred) of my carrot cake-decorating adventure! yes, i baked and decorated a deliciously-delicious work of art for my dear Mr. Fantastic's mother's birthday today.
and we shall enjoy it later this evening.
i am in good spirits this afternoon.
it's about time, i'm sure you're all thinking...
i'll admit it.
creating stuff in the kitchen gives me such pleasure, and the endorphins are flowing.
onward, now, to make Spin-A-Jack Dip!
carrot cake recipe and photos coming soon, to a blog near you.
happy saturday,
hannah
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
uncomfortable
ah, yes... it is night.
it is late.
it is the end of yet another day where i am too tired to be entertaining.
depressing, isn't it?
a movie i recently saw (Julie & Julia, please see ASAP), impacted me deeply, but the thing i'm thinking of most right now is the not-so-subtle warning from the movie to leave your job out of your blog. and that i shall do... because i don't want any awkward conferences with my future-former boss regarding my dramatizing of the agonizing minutia i am subjected to Monday through Friday. although, this blog is not searchable under my name, nor does the good doctor know my email address, but i'd rather be safe than sorry (aka: wishing i could disappear rapidly while sitting in her comfortable, extra chairs that get no butt time whatsoever while the rest of us are sticking it out in the most unsupportive, wobbly, cheap office chairs ever). thus ends my occupational comments.
i think i am being wise.
yes, i am.
i apologize, mr./ms. anonymous, for you have anxiously demanded the nature of my whereabouts for the past 2 weeks... and here i am, too exhausted to be interesting. i will say, in my defense, i have been cleaning, dieting (that should explain everything), planning a martini party and having a nervous breakdown while in the meantime making things dirty, gaining weight and pushing the preparations for the aforementioned martini party farther down on my List of Things to Procrastinate (the nervous breakdown has no antithesis). at this time, kindly picture me in a room of millions of messy piles of books, papers and bits of sentimental nonsense i don't have the stamina to discard, in yet another rickety office chair, an old chenille blankie (yes, blankie) draped over my shoulders, eyelids drooping in a frighteningly, middle-aged way. i am tired and disorganized.... which makes me more tired. and less motivated to pull my talents together and make something of myself ("somebody call the waaaambulance"- The Kid). this, my friends, is what separates the men from the boys, the go-getters from the couch potatoes, the graduates from the drop-outs.... for i am sure that those people who grow up to become financially stable, recognized in their communities, those frustratingly devoted spouses and disciplined parents are the people who get past the hum-drums to pick up the dirty socks, wash the dishes and bake blueberry muffins. the ridiculous part of it all is that writers know how to sound good but, in reality, are not good. nope. just good at talking about it. i probably seem like a promising, bright individual, but the sad truth is i am not. not right now. not when it is dark outside, and the alarm clock is threatening to ring before i am ready (as if it ever takes a break).
11pm must be the hour of self-deprecation and imbalance... i just can't open my eyes wide enough to be positive.
and it's only Monday.
hollaback, sympathizers. i may return the favor.
not yours, not truly,
hannah
it is late.
it is the end of yet another day where i am too tired to be entertaining.
depressing, isn't it?
a movie i recently saw (Julie & Julia, please see ASAP), impacted me deeply, but the thing i'm thinking of most right now is the not-so-subtle warning from the movie to leave your job out of your blog. and that i shall do... because i don't want any awkward conferences with my future-former boss regarding my dramatizing of the agonizing minutia i am subjected to Monday through Friday. although, this blog is not searchable under my name, nor does the good doctor know my email address, but i'd rather be safe than sorry (aka: wishing i could disappear rapidly while sitting in her comfortable, extra chairs that get no butt time whatsoever while the rest of us are sticking it out in the most unsupportive, wobbly, cheap office chairs ever). thus ends my occupational comments.
i think i am being wise.
yes, i am.
i apologize, mr./ms. anonymous, for you have anxiously demanded the nature of my whereabouts for the past 2 weeks... and here i am, too exhausted to be interesting. i will say, in my defense, i have been cleaning, dieting (that should explain everything), planning a martini party and having a nervous breakdown while in the meantime making things dirty, gaining weight and pushing the preparations for the aforementioned martini party farther down on my List of Things to Procrastinate (the nervous breakdown has no antithesis). at this time, kindly picture me in a room of millions of messy piles of books, papers and bits of sentimental nonsense i don't have the stamina to discard, in yet another rickety office chair, an old chenille blankie (yes, blankie) draped over my shoulders, eyelids drooping in a frighteningly, middle-aged way. i am tired and disorganized.... which makes me more tired. and less motivated to pull my talents together and make something of myself ("somebody call the waaaambulance"- The Kid). this, my friends, is what separates the men from the boys, the go-getters from the couch potatoes, the graduates from the drop-outs.... for i am sure that those people who grow up to become financially stable, recognized in their communities, those frustratingly devoted spouses and disciplined parents are the people who get past the hum-drums to pick up the dirty socks, wash the dishes and bake blueberry muffins. the ridiculous part of it all is that writers know how to sound good but, in reality, are not good. nope. just good at talking about it. i probably seem like a promising, bright individual, but the sad truth is i am not. not right now. not when it is dark outside, and the alarm clock is threatening to ring before i am ready (as if it ever takes a break).
11pm must be the hour of self-deprecation and imbalance... i just can't open my eyes wide enough to be positive.
and it's only Monday.
hollaback, sympathizers. i may return the favor.
not yours, not truly,
hannah
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
a summer's morning
i see faint breaths of clouds in the red-orange warmth creeping silently over the horizon... so faint, it makes me wonder if they are not, in fact, clouds, but rather wrinkles in the back-piling of blistering, scorching heat too anxious to greet us.
then, i feel a cooler breeze off the freshly-watered park, and i remember:
it's only 5am.
still, i sweat.
then, i feel a cooler breeze off the freshly-watered park, and i remember:
it's only 5am.
still, i sweat.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
the gentle Ants of Missouri
GAH!!!
friggem-fraggem.... $@*%!..... i am not happy.
if i wasn't so gosh-darned determined to have a blog available for the readership of anyone and everyone, i'd be "yelling" a few choice words right now.
"Let me 'splain..."
it's a beautiful Sunday morning.
i have a beautiful life.
(discounting last night's nightmares) i woke up early, took Clowie on an uneventful walk (big thing for my dog, let me tell you), wandered innocently into the backyard to give my budding vegetables a nice, long drink.... everything was going fine.
birds singing...
yard still shaded by the tangelo tree...
still at least an hour before we hit the triple-digit temeperatures...
mentally planning a lovely lunch with Mr. Fantastic's temporarily-bachelorized father...
you know, now's the time when bad things typically happen, right? just when you least expect it? you're ambling along in life, doing what you do, allowing yourself to get excited about little things here and there, and BAM!
something bad.
don't get me wrong.
i'm not equating this morning's event to chest pain, terminal illness, death of a family member or anything quite so unexpectedly horrible, yet these things, too, happen when you've let your guard down for 5 seconds... or even when you haven't.
anyway.
not trying to philosophize, here, just trying to tell my dang story in my "so wordy" way (thanks a lot, Kate).
i had just given my zucchini and cucumbers a thorough dousing (geez louise, when are you guys going to FLOWER, for heaven's sake?!!! you've been taking up space, soaking up nutrients for 4 months, now.... *sigh*... my failure as a gardener belongs in a different post), and i walked over to the hose to refill the watering can and share the H2O with my withering tomatoes. that's when it happened.
i was being cautious!
i had kept a wary eye out for those evil little buggers, already... i guess my cursory glance at the ground earlier didn't count for my second trip to the watering hole.
because those furious, quick-footed, Arizona Ants were going to town on my left foot, covered only by the straps of my flip-flops.
i immediately dunked the assaulted member into a nearby bucket of water.
meanwhile, the rest of the troops attacked foot #2, which was fortunately covered up to the knee by a sturdy hiking boot and thick, cotton sock.
NOT.
that one had a flip-flop, too.... me and my nearsighted dressing habits...
more like, me and my deafness to Tom's advice for Backyard Attire.
yes, Mr. Fantastic has told me time and time again, don't wear sandals in the backyard. be sure to wear, not only tennis shoes, but socks, as well (he had a similar experience while wearing shoes with no socks, and hindsight's 20/20). i never listened, or may just selectively tuned out these words. why? because i like flip-flops. they're handy. easy to slip on and off, available in a variety of styles, colors and sole-thicknesses... inexpensive... need i say more? but i'd like to think my resistance is not just about my penchant for being as shoeless as possible without actually being shoeless. i've grown up with the idea that the backyard is, call me naive- safe! it's the place where kids play, pets roam, birds alight, plants grow, friends gather: all kinds of wonderful, mushy-gushy things take place in the more private area behind our homes. at least, that's how it was in Missouri. granted, folks are a bit more idealistic in the Midwest, me being one of them. probably because the grass is always green (even under the snow), churches on every corner, you know the name of the cashier at the grocery store.... even the ants are nicer.
i'm serious.
when i was a kid, i'd sit on the sidewalk with my friends, or we'd even lie in the grass together, pick dandelions, make flower necklaces, stare at the clouds.... do glorious kid-things. sure, ants were everywhere, just like they are in Arizona, but Missouri Ants don't BITE. no joke. i told that to Tom (AZ native), and he didn't believe me. but my fellow Missourians can attest, you could let a Missouri Ant crawl all over your leg, up your arm without even feeling it, much less the painful sting of a vicious, hateful, vengeful bite for no reason at all. i was literally NEVER bitten by an ant during the entire 26 years i lived in Missouri. not once. not even a questionable incident. zero. nada.
bees, yes.
wasps, yes.
mosquitoes, most definitely.
but these are insects (ants are not).
and these insects have pointy implements of defense/blood-sucking. we are trained even as toddlers to avoid these insects as one of the the many self-preservation methods we will employ throughout our human lives.
i wasn't warned about the ants.
but i have a theory:
Arizona Ants vs. Missouri Ants
small vs. not as small
fast vs. leisurely
vicious vs. mild-mannered
(disclaimer: i am not a scientist. i just listened in biology classes.)
these comparisons directly correlate with habitat differences:
Arizona vs. Missouri
dry vs. wet
bare and brown vs. lush and verdant
2-season desert climate vs. 4-season temperate climate
my conclusion:
Arizona Ants are angry and defensive because they live in a constant state of struggle for food and resources. Missouri Ants are relaxed and congenial because they enjoy abundant food and resources.
hm... kind of sounds like people. you know, Maslow's heirarchy of needs? if you don't know, click on the link. it's pretty interesting.
and, in my highly-educated and obviously humble opinion, applies to ants as well as humans. it would be interesting to chat with some kind of ant-research-person on this topic...
well, this post looks like my brain just puked all over the page. hopefully it is entertaining. definitely therapeutic; i feel much calmer now than when i started writing... but then again, that's why i created this blog in the first place.
i must tend to my sore feet.
and plan lunch.
until later,
Hannah
friggem-fraggem.... $@*%!..... i am not happy.
if i wasn't so gosh-darned determined to have a blog available for the readership of anyone and everyone, i'd be "yelling" a few choice words right now.
"Let me 'splain..."
it's a beautiful Sunday morning.
i have a beautiful life.
(discounting last night's nightmares) i woke up early, took Clowie on an uneventful walk (big thing for my dog, let me tell you), wandered innocently into the backyard to give my budding vegetables a nice, long drink.... everything was going fine.
birds singing...
yard still shaded by the tangelo tree...
still at least an hour before we hit the triple-digit temeperatures...
mentally planning a lovely lunch with Mr. Fantastic's temporarily-bachelorized father...
you know, now's the time when bad things typically happen, right? just when you least expect it? you're ambling along in life, doing what you do, allowing yourself to get excited about little things here and there, and BAM!
something bad.
don't get me wrong.
i'm not equating this morning's event to chest pain, terminal illness, death of a family member or anything quite so unexpectedly horrible, yet these things, too, happen when you've let your guard down for 5 seconds... or even when you haven't.
anyway.
not trying to philosophize, here, just trying to tell my dang story in my "so wordy" way (thanks a lot, Kate).
i had just given my zucchini and cucumbers a thorough dousing (geez louise, when are you guys going to FLOWER, for heaven's sake?!!! you've been taking up space, soaking up nutrients for 4 months, now.... *sigh*... my failure as a gardener belongs in a different post), and i walked over to the hose to refill the watering can and share the H2O with my withering tomatoes. that's when it happened.
i was being cautious!
i had kept a wary eye out for those evil little buggers, already... i guess my cursory glance at the ground earlier didn't count for my second trip to the watering hole.
because those furious, quick-footed, Arizona Ants were going to town on my left foot, covered only by the straps of my flip-flops.
i immediately dunked the assaulted member into a nearby bucket of water.
meanwhile, the rest of the troops attacked foot #2, which was fortunately covered up to the knee by a sturdy hiking boot and thick, cotton sock.
NOT.
that one had a flip-flop, too.... me and my nearsighted dressing habits...
more like, me and my deafness to Tom's advice for Backyard Attire.
yes, Mr. Fantastic has told me time and time again, don't wear sandals in the backyard. be sure to wear, not only tennis shoes, but socks, as well (he had a similar experience while wearing shoes with no socks, and hindsight's 20/20). i never listened, or may just selectively tuned out these words. why? because i like flip-flops. they're handy. easy to slip on and off, available in a variety of styles, colors and sole-thicknesses... inexpensive... need i say more? but i'd like to think my resistance is not just about my penchant for being as shoeless as possible without actually being shoeless. i've grown up with the idea that the backyard is, call me naive- safe! it's the place where kids play, pets roam, birds alight, plants grow, friends gather: all kinds of wonderful, mushy-gushy things take place in the more private area behind our homes. at least, that's how it was in Missouri. granted, folks are a bit more idealistic in the Midwest, me being one of them. probably because the grass is always green (even under the snow), churches on every corner, you know the name of the cashier at the grocery store.... even the ants are nicer.
i'm serious.
when i was a kid, i'd sit on the sidewalk with my friends, or we'd even lie in the grass together, pick dandelions, make flower necklaces, stare at the clouds.... do glorious kid-things. sure, ants were everywhere, just like they are in Arizona, but Missouri Ants don't BITE. no joke. i told that to Tom (AZ native), and he didn't believe me. but my fellow Missourians can attest, you could let a Missouri Ant crawl all over your leg, up your arm without even feeling it, much less the painful sting of a vicious, hateful, vengeful bite for no reason at all. i was literally NEVER bitten by an ant during the entire 26 years i lived in Missouri. not once. not even a questionable incident. zero. nada.
bees, yes.
wasps, yes.
mosquitoes, most definitely.
but these are insects (ants are not).
and these insects have pointy implements of defense/blood-sucking. we are trained even as toddlers to avoid these insects as one of the the many self-preservation methods we will employ throughout our human lives.
i wasn't warned about the ants.
but i have a theory:
Arizona Ants vs. Missouri Ants
small vs. not as small
fast vs. leisurely
vicious vs. mild-mannered
(disclaimer: i am not a scientist. i just listened in biology classes.)
these comparisons directly correlate with habitat differences:
Arizona vs. Missouri
dry vs. wet
bare and brown vs. lush and verdant
2-season desert climate vs. 4-season temperate climate
my conclusion:
Arizona Ants are angry and defensive because they live in a constant state of struggle for food and resources. Missouri Ants are relaxed and congenial because they enjoy abundant food and resources.
hm... kind of sounds like people. you know, Maslow's heirarchy of needs? if you don't know, click on the link. it's pretty interesting.
and, in my highly-educated and obviously humble opinion, applies to ants as well as humans. it would be interesting to chat with some kind of ant-research-person on this topic...
well, this post looks like my brain just puked all over the page. hopefully it is entertaining. definitely therapeutic; i feel much calmer now than when i started writing... but then again, that's why i created this blog in the first place.
i must tend to my sore feet.
and plan lunch.
until later,
Hannah
Saturday, July 25, 2009
RecipeShare #1: Spin-A-Jack Dip
Ah, yes, the fateful hour has come when I venture from my comfortable, wordy repose and offer my culinary experiments to the world! Bwa-ha-ha-haaaaaa.....
I apologize for being so rude in my previous post- showing a photo of the delicious concoction without delivering the goods. For this I am truly sorry (kind of- I got busy, okay?!) and am here today to amend all wrongs (well, one, at least) by sharing my recipe, complete with (a few) photos and Hannah-esque proportions (a little unconventional, i know. some recipes will incorporate a classical measuring technique, but not this one).
Enough blah-blah, let the RecipeShare begin!
Oven
Large casserole dish (similar proportions to 9/13 pan- wide, not deep)
Large mixing bowl
Mixer (hand or stand)
Spatula
Sharp knife
Cutting board
Colander/Sieve
Kitchen sink
Paper towels
Salad spinner (optional)
Good eye-balling skills (or measuring cups/spoons)
What to do:
Preheat oven to 350F. Get out that large casserole dish and set aside.
In the large mixing bowl:
16oz cream cheese
Big glop of mayonnaise
Very generous shake of parmesan cheese (1/2-2/3c.)
8 oz. sour cream
Blend well.
Add:
Few shakes of garlic salt
Few shakes of Frank's RedHot (flavor + heat)
2 tbsp. dried minced onion
Sprinkle of creole seasoning (watch out, this stuff is potent)
Blend well again.
Set mixing bowl aside and head toward your kitchen sink...
Pour into the colander:
12oz jar marinated artichoke hearts (found this big boy in the refrigerated produce section)
Transfer to the cutting board and chop it all up into small enough pieces for dipping, basically- as long as you have patience for chopping (for me, not too long). Make sure you have a sharp knife, or it will slide all over those slippery artichoke hearts- dangerous!
On the same cutting board, place:
5-6 roasted red pepper slices
Dry pepper slices with paper towels and dice finely (this part is actually necessary for thorough distribution of that fantastic red color throughout the dip). Again, a sharp knife is important for this part.
Transfer to mixing bowl.
Dry well with a salad spinner or paper towels.
Transfer to the same cutting board, and chop it to your heart's content (same method as with the artichoke hearts). Add to the piling mass of deliciousness in the mixing bowl, and mix well with the spatula.
Last, but not least... add:
About 1/2lb shredded monterey jack cheese (bought mine in bulk ON SALE!, pre-shredded)
Stir again after addition of the cheese and spread in the casserole dish. Bake in preheated oven until entire surface is bubbly and slightly golden. Serve hot, cold or any temperature inbetween, accompanied by your favorite brand of tortilla chips. But, heck, to quote my Dad, "This stuff would make the sole of an old boot taste good."
I hope you like it.
Hannah
I apologize for being so rude in my previous post- showing a photo of the delicious concoction without delivering the goods. For this I am truly sorry (kind of- I got busy, okay?!) and am here today to amend all wrongs (well, one, at least) by sharing my recipe, complete with (a few) photos and Hannah-esque proportions (a little unconventional, i know. some recipes will incorporate a classical measuring technique, but not this one).
Enough blah-blah, let the RecipeShare begin!
Cheesalicious Spin-A-Jack Dip
Tools you need:Foods you need:
Cream cheese
Mayonnaise
Grated parmesan cheese
Sour cream
Garlic salt
Frank's RedHot (hot sauce)
Dried minced onion
Creole seasoning
Marinated artichoke hearts
Roasted red pepper
Fresh spinach
Monterey jack cheese
Cream cheese
Mayonnaise
Grated parmesan cheese
Sour cream
Garlic salt
Frank's RedHot (hot sauce)
Dried minced onion
Creole seasoning
Marinated artichoke hearts
Roasted red pepper
Fresh spinach
Monterey jack cheese
Oven
Large casserole dish (similar proportions to 9/13 pan- wide, not deep)
Large mixing bowl
Mixer (hand or stand)
Spatula
Sharp knife
Cutting board
Colander/Sieve
Kitchen sink
Paper towels
Salad spinner (optional)
Good eye-balling skills (or measuring cups/spoons)
What to do:
Preheat oven to 350F. Get out that large casserole dish and set aside.
In the large mixing bowl:
16oz cream cheese
Big glop of mayonnaise
Very generous shake of parmesan cheese (1/2-2/3c.)
8 oz. sour cream
Blend well.
Add:
Few shakes of garlic salt
Few shakes of Frank's RedHot (flavor + heat)
2 tbsp. dried minced onion
Sprinkle of creole seasoning (watch out, this stuff is potent)
Blend well again.
Set mixing bowl aside and head toward your kitchen sink...
Pour into the colander:12oz jar marinated artichoke hearts (found this big boy in the refrigerated produce section)
Transfer to the cutting board and chop it all up into small enough pieces for dipping, basically- as long as you have patience for chopping (for me, not too long). Make sure you have a sharp knife, or it will slide all over those slippery artichoke hearts- dangerous!
On the same cutting board, place:
5-6 roasted red pepper slices
Dry pepper slices with paper towels and dice finely (this part is actually necessary for thorough distribution of that fantastic red color throughout the dip). Again, a sharp knife is important for this part.
Transfer to mixing bowl.
In the same colander, rinse:
A couple of huge handfuls of fresh spinachDry well with a salad spinner or paper towels.
Transfer to the same cutting board, and chop it to your heart's content (same method as with the artichoke hearts). Add to the piling mass of deliciousness in the mixing bowl, and mix well with the spatula.
Last, but not least... add:
About 1/2lb shredded monterey jack cheese (bought mine in bulk ON SALE!, pre-shredded)
Stir again after addition of the cheese and spread in the casserole dish. Bake in preheated oven until entire surface is bubbly and slightly golden. Serve hot, cold or any temperature inbetween, accompanied by your favorite brand of tortilla chips. But, heck, to quote my Dad, "This stuff would make the sole of an old boot taste good."
I hope you like it.
Hannah
Friday, July 24, 2009
(what i tried to post earlier today)
good morning!
this is my first attempt at email-blogging... yep, I have my iPhone set up, so I can blog on the go. we'll see if this actually works... [FYI: it didn't work]
anyway.
(yes, I promise I'll post the recipe SOON!)
today I'm feeling, um, like, "I just dare anybody to cross me: I do what I want" (thank you, Christy Moon Jefferson). I slept in (til the slothly hour of 5:15am), didn't walk the dog (yeah, take THAT. no seriously, that's probably the one thing I DO feel guilty about), rolled out of bed just in time to throw Tom's food in his frozen lunchbox (this is Arizona, remember?) and take him to the bus stop, and then I rebelliously decided that I refused to rush around showering and watering plants before speeding to catch my own bus. So I didn't shower, and I didn't water the plants. take THAT, universe! besides, my plants are looking dismal, anyway, and what is the point, honestly, of showering just to please a few morning patients when we (employees) are being being cruelly forced to survive an afternoon with no scheduled patients, for the second time this week, just so certain uppity-ups can go on vacation and not feel guilty for leaving their business unmanned, or - God forbid- close its doors for an entire 4 hours on a Friday afternoon.
breathe.
yes, I spritzed on a little perfume, a couple obligatory swipes of deodorant and clean clothes, but the body underneath is taking advice from her European ancestors: Dont bow to your germophobic, hyper-hygenic, head-to-toe shaving societal rules; be free!
no one will notice, anyway... it's not like you've been rebelling against that time-wasting device called a shower for several days, or even more than one...
this decision, however, created the need for some hairstyling creativity, as my long, fine locks don't keep secrets when it comes to skipping shampoo for more than 24 hours. I'm no beautician, and this was a challenge, considering wet hair makes my everyday, up-in-a-clip do a snap. hmph. I was working with dry, slightly greasy, clip-frumpled hair, desperately hoping a few bobby pins and a lot of hairspray would at least hold things together for the morning, after which any remaining facade of caring would truly be gone. I figured a style I had never tried even on a good day would be a fantastic addition to my "be free" look, so I forced that stuff up top to take on a new shape and called it good.
good.
it will be interesting indeed to see how a day that starts like this unfolds...
later,
Hannah
this is my first attempt at email-blogging... yep, I have my iPhone set up, so I can blog on the go. we'll see if this actually works... [FYI: it didn't work]
anyway.
(yes, I promise I'll post the recipe SOON!)
today I'm feeling, um, like, "I just dare anybody to cross me: I do what I want" (thank you, Christy Moon Jefferson). I slept in (til the slothly hour of 5:15am), didn't walk the dog (yeah, take THAT. no seriously, that's probably the one thing I DO feel guilty about), rolled out of bed just in time to throw Tom's food in his frozen lunchbox (this is Arizona, remember?) and take him to the bus stop, and then I rebelliously decided that I refused to rush around showering and watering plants before speeding to catch my own bus. So I didn't shower, and I didn't water the plants. take THAT, universe! besides, my plants are looking dismal, anyway, and what is the point, honestly, of showering just to please a few morning patients when we (employees) are being being cruelly forced to survive an afternoon with no scheduled patients, for the second time this week, just so certain uppity-ups can go on vacation and not feel guilty for leaving their business unmanned, or - God forbid- close its doors for an entire 4 hours on a Friday afternoon.
breathe.
yes, I spritzed on a little perfume, a couple obligatory swipes of deodorant and clean clothes, but the body underneath is taking advice from her European ancestors: Dont bow to your germophobic, hyper-hygenic, head-to-toe shaving societal rules; be free!
no one will notice, anyway... it's not like you've been rebelling against that time-wasting device called a shower for several days, or even more than one...
this decision, however, created the need for some hairstyling creativity, as my long, fine locks don't keep secrets when it comes to skipping shampoo for more than 24 hours. I'm no beautician, and this was a challenge, considering wet hair makes my everyday, up-in-a-clip do a snap. hmph. I was working with dry, slightly greasy, clip-frumpled hair, desperately hoping a few bobby pins and a lot of hairspray would at least hold things together for the morning, after which any remaining facade of caring would truly be gone. I figured a style I had never tried even on a good day would be a fantastic addition to my "be free" look, so I forced that stuff up top to take on a new shape and called it good.
good.
it will be interesting indeed to see how a day that starts like this unfolds...
later,
Hannah
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