Hair cuts, fancy coffees, and business cards

The only things I’ve taken any pictures of for the last four days have been my feet.  How sad.

It’s been a whirlwind of new books and packing supplies this week so far, and as busy as that’s kept me, it just hasn’t made for very enthralling reading material.  Hence my absence.

I did manage to escape the asylum this morning for a hair cut.  My hair had reached that length where the bottom is lovely and forms little ringlets all on it’s very own.  I love that.  Unfortunately, that is also the stage where the top and sides get long, heavy, and lifeless.  That, I don’t love so much.  My usual response is to just go back to my regular chin-length ‘do.

This time it occurred to me that it might be possible to keep the lovely long curls if I just had some layers put in.  What would be the harm?  I’d always have chin-length as a Plan B, after all.  As it turns out, I’m pleased, and can put off the short ‘do for another few months.  Yay!

On my way to the salon, I stopped into Starbucks for a liquid breakfast, and made a potentially dangerous discovery:  Peppermint Mocha Twist.  Oh, yes.  And not only that, but Gingersnap Latte, as well.  Oh, Starbucks, was the Pumpkin Spice Latte not enough of a temptation??  Did you have to add two more flavors to taunt me?

Luckily, the Peppermint Mocha Twist was good, but not something I’ll be craving every fifteen minutes.  The Gingersnap Latte, though?  That has so much potential to become my drug of choice, I’m almost afraid to try it. I’ll be holding off on that one for at least a week or so.  I really can’t be blowing $3.75 on coffee more than a few times a month.

Anyway, there I was today, all caffeined-up and feeling pepperminty-fresh, when I gave out my business card.  Twice.  Twice! Once when I was complemented on my scarf, and a second time when asked what I did for a living.  I know that “here’s my card, if you’d like to see what I do” is a normal response to such things, but it has never come naturally to me.  I’m just too timid about putting myself out there.  Still, I’m starting to realize that nobody is going to sell my scarves, bags, buttons, and whatnot for me.  If I want to see these things go to appreciative homes, I’m going to have to step outside of my comfort zone and invite people to come have a look at them.

So there you have it: my day of hair cuts, fancy coffees, and business cards.  Now I plan to take the rest of the night off from book packing duty, take a few minutes to publicize a vendor event or two, and then settle in on the couch with a little loom knitting project.   Ahh.

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