So Martha just called to tell me how much fun! so much fun! just more fun! that she and Julia Claire had on the computer the other day, and OH, Julia Claire is such a dear friend! she’s just dear! so dear!, and do you know that they went to the Sam’s the other day and just had the best time? The best time!
(Julia Claire bought her grapefruit and Martha didn’t buy anything because everything she needed just comes in these ENORMOUS sizes and where would she put it? She doesn’t have anywhere to put it!)
She also wanted me to tell y’all that – and I quote – “An old dog CAN learn new tricks! She can! Oh yes she can!”
I think we’d all do well to have that engraved on some sort of commemorative plaque, don’t you?
Words for the ages, my friends.
Amen.
So, completely unrelated to Martha but relevant just the same because, well, IT’S ABOUT MY HAIR, I went to get my hair cut the other day and got home from the hair cut and decided it was WRONG, ALL WRONG, not what I wanted at all, and the root of the problem (OH YES I DID) was that I tried to “direct” the local guy who cuts my hair into doing what the hometown Hair Wizard has done for the last two or three haircuts.
Anyway, after I stared at my post-haircut self in the mirror for a solid four minutes, I picked up the phone and called the salon and asked if I could make a return trip because I’d made a grievous error in terms of trying to stifle my trusted hair care professional’s creativity. And the sweet receptionist told me to be there at three, that they’d work me in and get everything taken care of.
So at three I showed up and sat down in R.’s chair and repented. I said, “I should’ve never tried to tell you what to do. And I should’ve known better. I am so sorry. Work your magic. Whatever you want to do.”
He laughed and started cutting – HAIR FLYING EVERYWHERE. Ten minutes and about two inches later, I walked out of the salon with a short-and-sassy summer ‘do.
And while I didn’t think that I wanted short hair, I really do love it. It’s funky and flippy and fun. I’ll post a picture once I actually, you know, HAVE a picture.
Strangely enough, that’s a picture-posting formula that’s always worked well for me in the past.
So I guess that my short hair and I need to finish packing and then put on some clothes suitable for flying.
Which reminds me: when I was younger, Mama always thought we needed to get dressed up to fly on a plane because flying WAS VERY FANCY, and it’s only been in the last six or seven years that I’ve realized that boarding some sort of aircraft does not require a coordinated ensemble.
That would’ve been good to know when I went to Washington, D.C. my junior year of college and chose a red, white and blue outfit for the plane ride. I believe there may have even been some appliqued stars involved.
And while I didn’t actually sing “The Star Spangled Banner” while I was getting on the plane, I TOTALLY HUMMED IT IN MY HEAD.
While I carried a small – albeit imaginary – American flag.
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So funny! Just so FUNNY!! SUPER FUNNY!!! Have a safe trip.
Shoot, I grew up with the notion that you had to dress up to go grocery shopping! And then that cutie Take Home Chef came along and now I purposefully dress up in case he happens to actually be at my grocery store. But I leave the applique at home.
Have a fun trip!!
I still dress up to go on the plane. Makes me feel important even though I will go sit in row 298D. AND I want to look good in case the dern thing goes down.
You are too funny! I am wanting a new do myself, maybe I should just tell them to do whatever they want, but I’m scared…real scared!
I have a history of micro-managing my hair care professionals. Then one day I sat in a stylist’s chair while she studied my hair and asked her, “Do you have a vision?” She replied in the affirmative and I let her pursue her hair vision. It was one of the best decisions of my life. I’ve never received so many compliments on my hair. So the moral of the story is – find a stylist you trust and let them do their job!
I grew up dressing up to go to the doctor’s office. Now I still cringe when I am sitting in a doctor’s office and someone comes in looking like they just plowed the South 40, with dirt under their fingernails and mud on their boots!
Just call me old but I like to think doctors enjoy clean patients!
Can’t wait for a report! Good luck at She Speaks!!!!!!
BooMama, I’ve got a strong hankerin’ for a podcast between you and “Martie”! What fun! Just too much fun! Just more fun! ;)
Or is it that you don’t think the internet is ready for “Martie”?
Pashaw! Boomama…….Flying is VERY FANCY!!!
Take it from some poor old mama of 3 teens!
So is staying at a real genu-ine hotel!
We live a thousand miles from all our family….and wouldn’t it be just lovely to fly home for a visit? Chaching! On a pastor’s salary….I think not!
Heehee.
Have a safe flight, jetsetter!
I was also raised to dress up when you travel – and also when you “go to town”, which I guess nowadays means the mall. I still dress up to travel (at least no cut off blue jean shorts up to my butt as I have seen numerous times) but my mall dressing up has slacked off a bit.
I can’t wait to see your new ‘do!
Just wear clean underwear and you’ll be fine.
At least in my Mama’s book.
Have fun, can’t wait to see the sassy summer ‘do.
For one of my senior pics, I wore a long-sleeved polo flag shirt. The red/white stripes, the stars. And I believe it was actually a men’s shirt from Structure.
Now, there’s patriotism, and then there’s just plain ridiculocrity. (well, that might not be a word–there seems to be a red line under it from where I’m sitting)
In other words, NOT FANCY.
I’m DRIVING to She Speaks from Ohio at 5am tomorrow. I’m trying to think of something SUPER-fancy to wear for the 8-hour trip down the freeway.
I was raised to dress up to fly in an airplane (we only did that once), go to the doctor (never understood that – you take your clothes off when you get there)& go “downtown” for any reason other than to watch a parade – I think we were allowed to wear ordinary clothes for that. I also remember getting dressed up to go to church – I’m not talking about “fancy” sweatshirts & matching sweatpants, but an honest-to-goodness skirt or a dress. Times change, I suppose. Have fun on your trip!
You couldn’t carry the flag on a plane now – it is probably on the LIST of stuff you can’t have on a plane like mouthwash, TNT and large bags of chips. I don’t really know about my sarcastic list – but on an adventure with the MIL at DFW airport a couple of weeks ago – it was tear inducing to see people in flip flops, baggy butt shorts and tank tops going through security. First time I flew was on Trans Texas Airways and I wore a cute little pink and apricot checkered jumper with pink tights and shoes with a tiny heel -= Oh and GLOVES – yes ma’am -white gloves. We were fancy in Roswell New Mexico in the 1960′s!
A big HEY to Martha – so glad you are getting down with the blog reading.
Have a safe and wonderful trip. The weather here in NC is wonderful right now.
Getting my hair cut makes me cringe! Glad yours worked out well. :)
My grandmother always told us to “wear clean underwear” and keep a spare in the glovebox in case we were ever in an accident. Because you know if you are laying there with an appendage broken or cut off you are most certainly going to worry about changing those underwear.:)
FYI…You do have to dress up if you are using buddy passes. I wish I knew how to link it, but my BIL has a post on his blog about literally buying a man’s pants from him in the airport so he could use his buddy pass. I kid you not.
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You just crack me up! I’m so glad I stopped by to have a good laugh today. Thanks Boo!
Thank you so much for posting about your hair. It makes me feel like everything is right in the world.
p.s. (although it could have used a few more exclamation points and more upper case) Have a fantastic weekend!
I just saw said haircut and I only have two words…
A—DORABLE!!!
What a joy to meet ya’ in person sweet Sophie.
Looking forward to the weekend!
This is sooo funny! Anytime you write about Martha just tickles me, well, more like ROFL!!!!
I am struggling with the same thing for flying to Atlanta next weekend…do I dress up as I was always taught or do I dress comfortably and easy to get through security?
Oh, well, I guess I will figure it out by then!
My mother still dresses up to go to the mall.
I wonder how mortified, how simply shocked she would be to find out we all wear jeans! To church!
HUGE SMILES! :)
What I’ve learned so far from BooMama, Big Mama, Lysa @ Proverbs 31 and Shannon @ Rocks In My Dryer:
1) When preparing for Ladies’ Conferences: FASHION and HAIRDOS are top of the list! NO…really, isn’t it the TRUTH! And thank GOD you are all sharing because you know EVERY one of us have been there! OH we think we are having a case of OCD, but it’s apparent that we are pretty much all alike!
So now…NOW, I am rethinking my decision to keep my hair long (or longer than before). I’m thinking in this stinking heat, I just might need to join Sophie and Lysa and cut my hair!
2) Yes, there’s more….flying can:
a. be stressful (unless you carry chocolate)
b. fashion is not so important. At least not while being transported to said destination. NOw when you get there- it’s different. Very important!
REALLY, I totally understand! We women obsess, don’t we?
I applaud you for returning to the stylist. I know this is acceptable but I’ve never had the nerve.
OHMYGOSH. You wore a red white and blue star-appliqued outfit on the plane to go to DC. I really do think we might be related.
And speaking of that song – have you ever heard the Indigo Girls’ cover of Midnight Train to Georgia? Makes all my armhairs stand right up – it’s that good. Have a listen if you’ve never heard it.
Would you have a diet coke in honor of me since I can’t be at She Speaks to meet you?
Thank you.
Hello! I found your site and have been on it most of the day. I love it…funny, sweet, compassionate, funny, heartwarming and …. funny! I’m only up to Jan. 07 and will continue tomorrow, but I just wanted to say hello from PA. and thanks…for lots of good stuff on your blog.
LJ
That gave me a good chuckle!
Go luck at She Speaks! Wish I could be there to hear y’all! I know it’s going to be great. Y’all are AWESOME!! That place is going to be filled with so much fun.
Nothing says Washington, DC more than a Star Spangled Ensemble!
Blessings to you at She Speaks. I hope to join you for BlawHer!
Doh! Spelling moron here….
Blawg Her (but you knew that)
We traveled to Denver with two other couples last week. As one of the other ladies and I were preparing to go through security (or, run the gauntlet as I like to say, because, really, gauntlet is such a fun word and terribly underused), we removed our jackets and shoes and I wondered aloud ( to the amusement of all within earshot of my Music Theater Wannabe voice) wether there’d come a time in the not-too-distant future when we’d all travel in just bras and panties to save all of this infernal un- and re-dressing business. The lady with the magic beeping wand said that day was closer than we thought. My husband silently prayed that God would somehow install an after-market governor on my mouth.
You should have worn camouflage to DC. You would have fit right in. At least half the people in airports here are military, and while I appreciate the patriotic sentiment, you just can’t outdo a Marine in cami’s. I walk through the airports here thanking everyone and their brother for serving. It’s actually quite fun.
My cup runneth over with two consecutive days of “Martie” postings.
Hilarioius!
(Or maybe I am thinking of your patriotic plane ensemble.)
I have only commented on your blog a handful of times (that’s just my nature — the quiet type), but I just have to tell you how much I enjoy reading it. You just make me laugh, girl! The Martha stories are the best!!!
I used to dress up to fly, but with three small children, now I think in terms of what will show the least amount of stains.
I am very fortunate in the hair cutting department. One of the Irish dancers I dance with is a hairstylist by day. She’s great and I totally trust her.
You’re so cute. Just so cute! Super Cute!! And I bet that short do is all sassy just like you! And wear the yoga pants, platform flip-flops and a t-shirt for the plane ride. Praise the Lord, I hear comfort is the fashion rule for traveling nowadays!! (We’ll have to let BigMama know)
Ha ha! I have ALWAYS WONDERED: if you go back to a salon for a fix, is there a second charge?
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