For some reason, this morning started out as another hair focused day. As most people know, I have had a love / hate relationship with my former hair guy - Derry. Sometimes I think he gets me and other times I wonder if he even knows how I like to look. But for the most part, I can get up in the morning, wash it, blow it dry and do not feel like I need to put a bag on my head. I can't say that about the last few days. Last weekend I got my hair cut on an impulse and was hoping to have a wash and go style - until today that has not been what it is. I spend more time trying not to look like a cone head than I think is reasonable.
That is why, after watching Ellen Degeneres yesterday who interviewed Annette Benning, I decided I could do a messed up bed head look and not even try and style it. So, this morning I showered, messed it up as I dried it with the towel, put paste in it and went out the door. Not something I am usually comfortable with, but I am on a new journey and new phase, so who really gives a rats. All day, just before got out of the car, I would just pretend I was drying it until it stuck up straight and called it good. It may not be....but for now it is. I am the au natural girl - no makeup, no style and no self discipline. Can it get any better?
I was also wondering what I know - or even need to know as I was getting my car washed this morning. I looked over at the gas station and saw this trailer with a fire that was heating asphalt. I could not just drive away, I had to stop and see what it was and of course needed to get some clarity, so when I asked the guy in the truck, the first thing he said to me was "you're not from Nebraska, are you?" When I said no, Chicago - he asked me how they filled potholes in the city? I had to say, I do not know.....Not sure this is something I need to check out, but it made me realize the small things I just take for granted.
One of those things I have always taken for granted is that I am a city girl. So if that is true, why am I suddenly feeling country? As I was listening to music, even the blues songs had this twang to them. And as I drove down the highway I kept noticing horses, cows and then horses and cows together. I even noticed a branding pen (as I remember from the movies), horse corrals and water troughs.
As I was driving down the road - well beneath the speed limit - I found myself enjoying the wide open spaces, the grass balls blowing across the roads and the windmills in the fields. I even played Martina McBride's "I have been Blessed" song over and over. I was really feeling the "I thank God for what I have been given at the end of every day". It was a good thing there were very few cars on the road since I was playing the music loud, had the roof open and was singing at the top of my lungs. What a wonderful way to drive the back roads.
And speaking of country - this afternoon I bought a pair of jeans and a western shirt. I am positive I will look great in it.....I may end up wearing it for the rest of the Wyoming - Colorado days. So between my cowboy boots, my pearl necklace and pearl earrings - I am going to put on this black shirt with embroidered flowers and really be confused....or confuse others.
Who needs diamonds anymore. I could develop a whole new image.
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