The Conditioner Incident.

For the last two weeks, I’ve been giggling and snickering and laughing my butt off thanks to my wonderful husband, Brian.  Poor Corinne has had to hear me retell this story no less than ten times in the salon, but every time I tell it, it’s as funny as the first.

Everyone has a different opinion about this, but I’m of the belief that you should shampoo your hair as infrequently as beautifully possible.  

Mason jars and ash pits.

This must be some kind of unfortunate record for Square Piece.  It has been far too long since you’ve gotten a goofy update from me!  Let’s close the gap, shall we?

Oy.  Given the reality that my brain isn’t as quick as it used to be, we’re going to start with the ‘right now’ and think backwards.  Right this very minute, my toesies are kicked up on a foot rest mostly because I made an immature shoe choice for the day.  Having been a hairstylist for nearly 11 years, you’d think I’d know by now.  And I do…

Just left of my feet is a mason jar of red wine.  But a fancy mason jar.  The goblet kind.

David, Goliath and Dog Food.

When news of a horrific crime reaches my ears, I often have a difficult time processing how such events and motivations could be possible.  It seems that I live my life, happy as a clam, content in my own world… and that I project my world onto others and use my lens to make sense of realities beyond the scope of my comprehension.