meant to be ideal and suggestive only

Sometimes the world seems upside-down and backwards...

A little bit of inspired painting on my new Wacom tablet (and with the help of an online tutorial).

A minute ago, the little birds were singing their hearts out. Capturing sound in photographs is really tricky.

Poor Earl.

I don't think I mentioned it, but one of the sacrifices I had to make when I broke my wrist was having my hair cut short. There was just no possible way I was going to be able to take care of all that hair with one hand. It wasn't until just recently that I could fasten my bra by myself again. But I've had long hair since I was in high school and to say that it was sad to see it go is an understatement. I'm not sure who cried more though, me or my hairstylist (love ya, Deb!).

Deb and I cut it last October for the noble purpose of sending it to Locks of Love, a charity that makes hairpieces and wigs for kids who have lost their own due to medical conditions.

Fast forward to four months later and I still have my hair in the same bag it came home from the salon in. I must have mentioned it my mother, because this week she let me know that she and Deb had a long chat over this and that they decided I must Let The Braids Go. If I kept them too long, they would be unusable. Yes, of course they would have tests that would let them know if I was lying if I told them I just had it recently cut. Hadn't I been keeping up with all the marvelous technology on CSI?

So I mailed them away today. And I hope there is some little girl (or boy) out there that really, really, really wants red hair. When I was young, I sure didn't.