You Do What You Can
PeaceBang's much-beloved and trusted hairdressed decided to "try something new" the other day and committed upon PeaceBang's head what we used to refer to in the 6th grade as a "butch," as in, "You got totally butched."
(This was before the GLBT era, when "butch" has an entirely different connotation)
So today PeaceBang was fussing in the mirror before church and realizing that oh gads, the front of her hair hits her RIGHT at her double chin(s). What to do, what to do? No bright lipstick to draw the eye even more irresistably to the jawline. How about a smoky eye to distract attention upwards?
But it's Sunday morning, not an appropriate time for a smoky eye.
So PeaceBang applied a slightly brighter blush than usual to the apples of her cheeks and drew in a bit more of a definitive eyebrow than usual. At least, that's what she *thought* she did. By the light of the church, she took one look at herself in her office mirror and blurted out, "My God, I look like Theda Bara!"
Who was born Theodosia Goodman, bless her smoldering little silent screen goddess' heart.
Lesson: Hair grows. Do the best you can with it, even in these lifeless, dull, dry hair days, and leave the eyebrows alone.
(This was before the GLBT era, when "butch" has an entirely different connotation)
So today PeaceBang was fussing in the mirror before church and realizing that oh gads, the front of her hair hits her RIGHT at her double chin(s). What to do, what to do? No bright lipstick to draw the eye even more irresistably to the jawline. How about a smoky eye to distract attention upwards?
But it's Sunday morning, not an appropriate time for a smoky eye.
So PeaceBang applied a slightly brighter blush than usual to the apples of her cheeks and drew in a bit more of a definitive eyebrow than usual. At least, that's what she *thought* she did. By the light of the church, she took one look at herself in her office mirror and blurted out, "My God, I look like Theda Bara!"
Who was born Theodosia Goodman, bless her smoldering little silent screen goddess' heart.
Lesson: Hair grows. Do the best you can with it, even in these lifeless, dull, dry hair days, and leave the eyebrows alone.
Labels: Your Gorgeous Flowing Locks
posted by PeaceBang at 3:07 PM
5 Comments:
Theda Bara! ROFLOL! Thank the good Lord that hair does indeed grow. Mine grows fast. Hope yours does too.
Singing Owl, I'm still cracking up over Theda myself. I LOOOOOVE her! But only Theda is Theda. Me sporting Theda Bara eyebrows is the opposite of Theda. Thanks for appreciating.
P.S. You got some mighty cute hair yourself there, little mama. And I am IN DESPERATE LOVE with your basset hound, J.J. CAN I PLEASE HAVE HIM?
Peacebang - if it helps you at all, one of your loyal readers and polity peeps stood in front of myself and his fiancee this morning in a suit and tie on his way to preach and asked if his outfit would be "approved by peacebang". We told him, yes, it was. We are very grateful for your influence on his life. You have helped much with the tie selection for preaching sunday's.
Zebratootsies, it warms my heart no end to hear things like this. May the words of his heart and the meditations of his mouth be acceptable in the Lord's sight, and may he look and feel absolutely beautiful doing it, too.
Blessings and thanks!
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