Chopped off my hair

"A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life."

~Coco Chanel

Amen, Coco. She knew what she was talking about.

After two years of growing my hair, with a few 1/4 inch trims along the way, I finally decided to chop it off, acquiescing to the fact that my hair would never look like The Duchess of Cambridge's long, full locks.

Now, I'm sure you're laughing out loud now and quite possibly rolling your eyes. Well, roll away. I know, I'm ridiculous. She's got a stylist on-call and loads more money to spend on her hair than I do.

But I really thought I could have my hair long again and love it. However, the longer it got, the harder it was for me to keep up and style and I certainly didn't like how frumpy I looked sometimes. Though I actually have a lot of hair, it's very straight and very fine, so it takes a lot to make it wavy and full when it's long because it's pretty heavy and totally straight.

A change was needed.

Short hair brings out so much more volume and body to my hair, and so, it will be. Short. Until next time, when it's even shorter.

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Home Project: Paint the bench red

"Nothing is so fatiguing as the eternal hanging on of an uncompleted task."

~William James, American Psychologist and Philosopher

When I moved into my new home, my mom gave me a bench/chest that has been in the family for some time. Originally, it belonged to my cousin, Nathan. My Uncle Jim may have even built it. I think he did. It is solid wood.

By the time it came to my house, as a child, it had seen it's fair share of life and carried an array of dings and chips. We painted it blue. And by "we," I mean my mom. Blue is my favorite color. It's hers too. Everything in our house was blue. Not quite, but it seemed like it. I loved it. Blue is peaceful.

Then the chest made its way from San Francisco to Utah, where my mom painted it with two different colors of tan. Yellow tan. Light brown. Neutral. It worked in her space.

And finally, when I bought my home it arrived in its tan glory and took up residence in my entry for quite some time. I intended to paint it red and put it in my room. But it just sat in my entry. When I got my Ruth Carroll antique secretary (a desk, not a person) refinished (pictures coming later), I put it on display in the entry and moved the bench to the garage. Ya know, to paint it red and move it up to my bedroom.

Well, seven months later and more than three years in the new home, I finally did it. Praise me. Of course, I didn't take any before pictures. I'll be sure to post some if I ever find any, but for now you'll just have to enjoy it in its current red state. I didn't even sand it. I just spray painted it, dings and all. Dings add character, and they remind me of my childhood and how that bench has been a part of my life, well, just about forever.
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