Unexpected wireless, new hair, The Road
Buffalo is gorgeous. So happy to be here. And you know what small thing rocked today? I had a 3-hour layover in Pittsburgh (yeah, I know. bleh), but the Pittsburgh airport has free wireless internet access! Yahoo! So I got to catch up on a few emails, get some last-minute stuff ready over at JessicaSprague.com, and surf around a bit. An unexpected little treat!
One more unexpected treat.
I’ve been sporting some pretty bad hair lately. And when curly hair goes bad, well, it’s REALLY bad. I’ve been feeling it for awhile, too, and then just not taking the time/effort/opportunity to go get a cut (and what I really wanted - highlights).
So today I got in, got to the hotel, and decided to walk over to the convention center to see where I could help out. Across the street from the convention center, there was a salon. My brain said, why don’t you go and see whether that salon would take you as a walk-in and just get this hair FIXED already?
So in I walked. And it turned out that she not only had time for a cut, but HIGHLIGHTS too. WOW. And she was SO passionate about her craft, and so expert, it was amazing to watch her work. 90 minutes later, I had brand new hair. It feels sooo good.
Now I’m going to have to hit someone up to take a photo of me because (silly) I didn’t bring my camera. Can you believe it? But I feel fairly confident that in a convention center with 4000 scrapbookers tomorrow, that someone is going to have a camera…
I will be teaching classes ALL day tomorrow, and probably won’t get in until midnight. But the PSF email is scheduled and will go out, and I’ll post the link here as well - we’re joining the folks over at CK Online for another edition of my online column, Paper + Pixels.
I bought a new book to read on the plane - The Road by Cormac McCarthy. It is pretty dark right now, but so far, I’m immersed in a super-vivid sort of post-apocalyptic story involving a father and a son at the end of the world.
Here’s a bit that struck me:
“No lists of things to be done. The day providential to itself. The hour. There is no later. This is later. All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one’s heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes. So, he whispered to the sleeping boy. I have you.”
So it’s not a light-hearted fairy tale. But that is some good stuff, there. The middle sentence made me catch my breath almost, for its beauty and utter truth. ALL things that are worth holding onto, sometimes involve pain and sadness and sacrifice. And part of that sadness is knowing that the thing you want to hold, whether it’s childhood or motherhood or moments in time, will disappear forever, except in memory. But in a life lived for THIS day, THIS hour, we can forget that the time will fleet past, and just be.
Note to self: This day is providential to itself. Just be.
Gonna jump in bed now and read a few more pages. :)
Have a Phabulous Photoshop Friday tomorrow!