"You look like a crack whore..."
...said Kt when she saw Mdd with mascara streaks across her face and hair that fairly glowed after the dye was rinsed out last night. How's that for sisterly love? For crying out loud, these grrs don't ask me about anything anymore... So now my blonde child is REALLY blonde -- she and I were both towheads, and it kind of reminds me of when she was little -- and both redheads have a light streak or two.
Mom has invited the grrs to stay while we're in NYC. She said, as if it were a selling point, "Tell them that I'll do their hair!" My grrs were never crazy about having their hair done when they were little, but things change as they grow, you know, and this offer made them laugh. And we're all set -- airplane tickets, hotel, and admission to MOMA; the rest of the itinerary is in development in the capable hands of a fabulous new sock-knitter (they are just amazing, Cara!). (And look who else knit an extraordinary first sock!) Applause all around.
I'll have pics tomorrow -- hair, goodies in the mail (Kristyn, you're sweet!), booties, maybe some yarn to show, or a new project. It's really quite cool this morning, but sticky with humidity and the promise of quickly increasing heat. Uncomfortable. It's been hot and sticky -- like just about everyplace else in the country except Utah, it seems!