Here’s what has me going this week.
1) I’m getting my hair cut next week. Not cut off, just shaped. I’ve been thinking about it since I got my last haircut and was thoroughly displeased. Honestly, I have the worst luck with stylists. I usually like them for a while, but then something happens and they give me a mullet and now I can’t speak to them anymore. No good.
Now to choose a style. I trust the stylist I’m going to to give me a beautiful cut, but I’d like to at least have an idea of what I want before I plop down in her chair and say, “Make me pretty.” Winter is coming and the temptation to sport a thick fringe in the colder months is almost overpowering. I’ve never regretted having bangs, but I also know that growing them out is a hassle. Ugh. First world problems.
2) Duvets are pretty much the greatest thing to ever happen in the world of bed linens. I realize that this is a fairly small world, but whatever. The beauty of a duvet cover is that, for a fraction of the cost of buying a new bedspread, you can completely change the look of a room. Sweet. I’ve been rocking out a chocolate brown cover all summer, but I feel like a need something fresh for fall. I want to keep the same palette going, so I’m looking at this number from IKEA. It’s fairly neutral, but a couple of accent pillows and I think we’re really on to something here.
3) I’ve been thinking about the human heart. Not the physical 4-chamber contraption just to the left in my chest, but the metaphorical, emotional heart, the one that gets bruised and broken and finds love and feels joy and happiness. I used to think that hearts were fragile; beautiful glass structures that had to be handled with care lest they shatter at the slightest bump. I don’t know about all hearts, but I’m fairly sure mine is made of leather, or pool noodles, or something. I’ve been heartbroken, I’ve been hurt, I’ve felt pain so visceral I thought it would undo me. Each and every time, though, the words of Robert Frost came back to me.
Maybe not so fragile after all…