For those who love hats - the Sunday Washington Post arts section had a long story, lavishly illustrated, about the milliner for Arena Stage. Photos of hats for Anna Christie, The Women, The Importance of Being Ernest, and a costume sketch for My Fair Lady. I've started wearing hats - to keep my hair color from fading - so I now pay attention to such things.
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Thanks, Askye.
Our electricity is back! At least for now.
In absolutely shallow mememe news, I am having a chocolate emergency. But I have no chocolate! Maybe I'll make hot chocolate. Narf. Effing PMS.
I wear hats more than I used to, to hide the fact that I haven't dyed my hair in way too long. Because I don't like dying my hair.
Because I don't like dying my hair.
Maybe it's time to let the gray run free.
I'm getting blonde streaks as I get older. I was hoping for silver.
I am totally greying like Rogue. It's all in one big chunk. Well, two chunks, just above my temples. I love it. I hope it keeps greying like that.
I am totally greying like Rogue. It's all in one big chunk. Well, two chunks, just above my temples.
I am SO ENVIOUS. I wish my grey/white hair would come in all in one area, instead of scattered all through my bangs and crown.
Maybe it's time to let the gray run free.
I have thought about it, but I'm too vain. (But not vain enough to keep it dyed. I contain multitudes.)