Monday, December 27, 2010

What's done is...

Emma WatsonImage by ursulakm via Flickr

So, it has happened. I, lady-of-the-unchanging-locks, am a changed woman. Indeed, I chopped off the unchanging locks. And now, behold! Er. Or rather, I am dashed proud of myself. For not only snipping off a good five inches of ennui, but also tackling the Hairdresser-Hardsell with a light, frothy laugh.
Let me elaborate on the Hairdresser Hardsell: a phenomenon well-known to anyone who goes into a hairdresser to get their hair done. Ergo, nearly everyone on the planet. However, note that the Hardsell comes on that much harder when it is one of those vast, chic salons populated by vaguely-foreign and crashingly trendy hairdressers.
"Why don't you go in for a fullllll color?" she whispered enticingly, snipping dangerously. "Because I already have a fullllll natural color that most people would give their eye-teeth for!" I replied. (In my head, that is, since I have yet to overcome my innate fear of hairdressers, having been scarred since adolescence by an Incident.) In real-time I just laughed my new frothy laugh, getting frothier as each inch of my hair fell to the glittering floor.
Then she went for the next tactic. "A graduated bob" she purred. "Just get your hair straightened, and.."
"But didn't you just a minute ago say I have great curls?" Again, in my head. Again, the frothy laugh.
And, I emerged, with exactly the cut I wanted.
Of course, this morning I reeled in horror at my image in the mirror. "What HAVE I done?" However, the universe in its infinite wisdom has assured me that it is but hair. It shall grow back. And as the day progressed, my all-encompassing, life-gutting regret ebbed like the proverbial tide.
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Thursday, December 23, 2010

The Season of Plenty

via onbluepoolroad.com
This picture makes me smile. Merry Christmas! In case I come across as a materialistic git, I like this picture because it symbolizes 'plenty of gifts' and I hope everyone gets plenty of whatever they want and lots of joy and happiness with it.

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Watched: Eat, Pray, Love

BAFTA 2008 - Javier BardemImage by claire_h via Flickr
I didn't know what to expect from the movie, since I haven't read the book. But I was prepared for a nice enough story about a woman's journey in celebration of self and life, and...oh who am I kidding? I knew a certain Javier Bardem stars in it. And that right there was reason enough for me.
So, to get on with the movie, it's all about Liz Gilbert and her 'journey' to presumably, self-love and self-liberation after a morose and muddled divorce. She travels to countries beginning with "I". Ergo, first stop Italy, where she mucks around in gorgeous Rome making friends and stuffing face with gorgeous sphagetti. Then, zooms to India where she resides at an Ashram, India predictably being the "SOURCE". Of spiritual enlightenment, one presumes, an assumption or belief that I have come to really, really question. Anyway, last stop, Indonesia. Bali, where she meets a spiritual healer and comes to the aid of a local woman by raising money for her.
Gah. All this may have been fine in the book. But in the movie it is tedious, curiously flat, and frankly, snoozy. I cared not a whit for the woman Liz or her blessed love life. Poor actor-guy she went out with after her divorce? She leaves him..."you didn't ask me to stay." EH? Didn't the chap ask her to marry him? Then, in Rome, talking about accepting one's fatness after piling on the sphagetti , but then LYING DOWN on the floor trying to squeeze into small jeans. Again, EH?
Which brings me to the Bardem in Bali. Sumptuous combination, that. But even that failed to please me. By the time Javier and his shoulders appeared, I was way past caring. It all struck me as a little spoiled and indulgent. This film doesn't do justice to the book that has inspired and encouraged millions all over the world. Eat. Pray. Love. Snooze.
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