I love it, then I hate it. I am just too old and ugly to rock the pixie haircut. Your not too old, or ugly it fits you and your personality
Faye sometimes we are happy with a change, sometimes not so happy, but in the not so happy times there are alternatives. Just a suggestion. This womans is always changing her hair and makeup, I used to often watch her till I went on to Rxstrmom which is older, although like you I am in between their age groups. Just a suggestion till you are happy with your hair. In this video Monique is wearing a Pixie like yours ,along with other hairstyles. Maybe hair piece or even wig on the days you don't like it short . All other days you have the Pixie you chose do you must have liked at one time or you wouldn't have done it. This woman kinda has your personality too, Not sure what she is doing today, just used this video for you to check out.
Thanks Hedi! That was my hairdresser's opinion that it fit my personality best of any haircut she has ever given me in the last 30 years.
Ladies, it's your spirit, demeanor, attitude, maturity, etc. that's most important, not the way you may or may not look.
You look good, Faye. The hairdo does suit you. The camera angle isn't the best but it's still a good picture. We are all our own worst critics.
I am proud of myself for not weakening and removing the ignore from one annoying member. I can guess what he says since it is just regurgitated from previous posts. I carried on calmly with my lengthy post on the rodeo thread this morning without feeling any aggravation or the urge to throw a punch. While reading just one side of a discussion, is somewhat disconnected, it certainly has its benefits and usually, the one member I can read, gives clues to what the discussion is about. Apparently one took issue with another over his personal PRCA rodeo experiences while attending as a paramedic. It was then I knew I had made the right decision to keep the annoying one on ignore. So far having 8 on ignore is working out well and I am now calm, cool, collected, relaxed, loose, and tension free. I am not proud of myself for the lengthy time I spent here on SOC this morning and once again didn't do any guitar practice. I did shave my legs yesterday so that was a win-win for yesterday's accomplishment. I am trying to get excited about doing some pot gardening, but the weather is just too unpredictable I can't start anything outside safely until late April. All I can think of to grow, that I would eat, are tomatoes and maybe zucchini. I love growing jalapenos, but I don't eat enough to warrant such. One year I grew four varieties of hot peppers by request from Zek. He bragged about his asbestos insides then he ate only one of the Ghost Peppers I had concealed in his grilled cheese sandwich, and then accused me of trying to kill him. He said since I considered our next-door neighbor relationship as a marriage of sorts, I could have become a fake widow. I reminded him I was a widow for real so fake status meant nothing. He then said I would be a fake divorcee and that upset me so I apologized and never grew hot peppers again. I didn't want a fake divorcee on my resume. So I see today is Tuesday and nothing is on my calendar. The weather is overcast with rain, the same as yesterday, except it was heavy yesterday. It had one break and I attempted my walk and 1/2 mile out, I was hit by a downpour. I had my medium-weight form-fitting jacket on, so by the time I turned back toward home and fought a vicious headwind, I was soaked, including undergarments, when I reached my front door. The phone rang and as I was holding the phone between my ear and shoulder, updating the cancer nurse, streamlining my upcoming 3-year appointment that includes spelunking, I must have sounded funny because she asked if I was alright. I said yes, I had just rung point two five liters of rainwater out of my sports bra. She didn't laugh or comment as I thought she should since I gave her the measure in metric, knowing that medical professionals prefer that.
Time for some humor Faye: "I could be a pirate wench with my big nose and pixie haircut!" Troll: "Cite your sources!" Faye: "Alrighty then matey!" Troll: "That isn't you, the boobs are too big!" Faye: "And there you go changing the narrative!" Troll: "Yes, it is necessary to state the facts." Faye: " Apparently you have never heard of a pushup bra corset, so forget the pushup corset, and let's see me in a bralette as the big-nosed captain." See cited source below. Admin: "Nothing to see here folks, Faye made the troll walk the plank before I could administer banishment." .
Once again the morning has gone by too fast. Another cup of coffee, then guitar practice for the first time in over a week. I can't believe that I have let all the years of hard work I put into the guitar fall into decay. All my hobbies have fallen into rigor mortise. I got out for my long rural 3-mile walk for the first time since fall yesterday. I think I will go for 5 miles today. I get a bit sad because the entire 5 miles used to be country. While the cows never paid me any mind, the horses and goats used to come to the fences for a muzzle rub. The dogs would also come to the road to greet me. The old pups have died and the new replacements are a bit too defensive and have to be kept behind fences and closed gates. The housing development just keeps expanding with about 10 new homes being started every month. Even the graveled one, seldom traveled, was paved and now a main road for the new additions. The only road left for peaceful walking has become spooky. The only danger used to be confronting a rattlesnake. redwing blackbird attacks, losing my balance and falling into the 8-foot-deep irrigation canal, and getting my shoes full of goatheads. Yesterday I saw a rough-looking guy coming my way and almost turned around. I decided to stay strong and show no fear and put my hand in my jacket pocket making a handgun-looking shape. I said, "good morning" as we passed and he looked down and sort of mumbled. On my return walk nearing the outskirts of the new housing, I saw he was standing with others waiting for the roofing company boss to show up. They were all chatting in Spanish.
Well, I just took everyone I had on ignore off. We shall see how it goes. The lack of drama leaves me feeling empty.
Well, that beats the hell out of "You little heatherns settle down now or Ah'm gonna have to open a can of whup-a$$ for ya!" That's what I used to hear.
Waitress: "And for you ma'am?" Faye: "I will have a burger, please." Waitress: "Is a vegan one OK?" Faye: "Sure as long as you can break a ten in monopoly money."