…And today, my hair was the biggest thing about me.
The Jersey genes in me aren’t dead yet. I may be able to fit in a large duffel bag or in a dryer, but my hair will always have bounce.
I'm the book that beat the speed-reader, and I'm the card the dealers won't touch. And it's just not true I'm a man-eater; all the same, we should probably go dutch.
The things you pick up as you go.
I finally worked an opening shift, which means I was out in time this afternoon to catch the last two hours of sunlight, drive up into the Shrewsbury mountains, and go check out the house I’ll be staying at this weekend. It’s all beautiful architecture, TONS of natural light, and good old dog and semi-feral cat to keep me company. (Prepare for photo spam to come. I cannot WAIT for sunsets there!) The only downside is, being that high up in the mountains, coming back down into town is going to be an exercise in evading death— my car’s rotors are going to give out while braking at anymoment. I have neither the time nor the cash to fix them, and that’s just a tree I don’t feel like barking up right now.
Needless to say, this weekend is going to become a game of “How Long Can Carissa Stay In The Mountains Without Access To The Outside World Before She Caves And Attempts The Drive Back?”.
However, I did make it home this evening just in time to catch the last purple and orange rays of the setting sun over the mountains— I took my first brisk walk of this Fall season to the top of the hill, and got this capture in. On the way back, I stopped to check out the rising half-moon, brighter than could be believed, rising over the old white farmhouse down the road, the purple skies and orange mountaintops hidden behind the trees turned black in the shadows, and took a moment to realize and wonder at just how happy where I live makes me. I am so glad I’ve come home. It is where my heart lies…
…For now, at least.
P.S— My hand looks like a skeleton’s bones…and I LIKE IT.
I’ve been really well-dressed for work lately. Gossip Girl set, eat yer heart out.
And I apologize a thousand, million, trillion times for the cell-phone-in-mirror shot. My real camera’s charger is MIA, and the cam is out of juice. Shoot me now.
…And wow, that first photo of me came out nearly life-sized. You think I’m kidding. I’m sadly not.
(Tip: That green silk dress, floral tights, and wedges all came from Old Navy. YES, OLD NAVY.)
Miranda: “Robert Redford is madly in love with Barbara Striesand.”
Charlotte: “Oh K-k-k-katie, right.”
Miranda: “Right, but he can’t be with her because she’s too complicated and she has this wild, curly hair.”
Carrie: “Hello, c-c-c-curly!”
Miranda: “Yeah, so he leaves her and marries this simple girl, with straight hair.”
Carrie: “Ladies, I am having an epiphany. The world is made up of two types of women: the simple girls and the Katie girls…I’m a Katie girl!”
I’m a Katie girl, too. The movie they were talking about is “The Way We Were,” and it is fantastic, a classic, and one of my all-time favorites.