Things you do when you don't have the phone or internet for a weekend: Part Three
You finish a big Santa. He's still waiting for me to make him into a pillow, though.
I'm starting to feel that Christmas panicky feeling. Maybe once I get my baking started, it'll go away. There's nothing like a warm snickerdoodle to calm me down.
I received some bad news yesterday. My hairdresser is moving. To freakin' North Carolina. How can he do this to me? After all of these years of having me sit in his chair, he should know that I don't adapt to change well at all. And that means that despite all of his coaching, he's not going to be here to see the final phase of my gray hair experiment.
My daughter's hairdresser has moved recently, too. Not quite as far (Ohio) but far enough. So now both of the women in my house are faced with having really bad hair for quite a while. We'll probably mourn for six weeks, then seek out other hairdressers (who won't do our hair nearly as well). So we'll bounce from salon to salon until we just land somewhere and stay because we'll be tired of the hunt.
It's a sad day.