Stuck For Words

Me? Stuck for words? That’s how it feels tonight as I wonder about my blog and what to write. Now that I’ve started, it’ll probably flow.

Let me start with approximately 3 o’clock this morning. Charlotte was tossing and turning, feeling hot, couldn’t sleep. She sat up and started chatting to the cat, me, her Dad, anyone who would listen. She did TRY to get back to sleep, but by 4AM, I knew what was coming. Charlotte wanted to get up. I didn’t! But, we did. LOL Mind you, I wasn’t laughing out loud back then.

Every so often, we are up together having a feast, drawing, chatting. Charlotte is incredibly articulate & animated If I feel any anger about the situation, it tends to diminish very quickly. I just love observing her and having conversations about all sorts, although having got to bed after midnight (surprise, surprise), so only 3 hrs sleep, I was not as talkative as usual. particularly at home, but at that time of the morning She seems doubley so.

Knowing I had to be up in time to go out and that Charlotte would probably lie in a bit longer, didn’t help. It is rareheading to the hairdressers for 9am. I made it and on time. Grandad is here, so he took the reigns whilst I headed off. It was lovely to sit back, massage chair switched on and have my head massaged as it was given a shampoo and condition. I don’t use regular shampoo or conditioner.

It’s as natural as possible for me, but I was prepared to forego that, just for experiencing the luxury of having my hair styled by someone else. It’s not a short cut, just a neaten up really and I decided to have it straightened. It gives a different look for awhile until the next wash, which is what I have been desperate for lately. I still love my curls and actually, when trying to straighten my hair, it kept kinking out, so we decided to go with that. It has a lovely wave to it now without the frizz. for me to HAVE to be up and at ‘em, but I was

Just to look in the mirror and see someone different looking back from time to time, can really boost the Spirits. Today is the first day I have been happy with that first ever colour that I had done by my friend some days back. Something about the way my hair was styled has brought out more highlights and it doesn’t look as orange now. I like what I see. The other great thing, too. This salon doesn’t charge an arm and a leg like a lot of the others in town and it’s quite a trendy little place, so I’m always surprised. It’s my third visit there in the 2 1/2 years I’ve been here in this little town. I’d go more often, but finances are still a consideration. Even though it is cheaper yet very professional, it is still a fair bit of money to this Op shopping, bargain hunting gal.

Whilst writing here, I have been listening to the wild winds outside. It’s also icy out there. We’ve been told to batten down the hatches, so I did just that. The trampoline is secure and my pot plants have been moved. The loose corrugated iron in the trailer, hopefully can’t be blown out now that I’ve tied some rope every which way across the top. Nasty if that was to become airborne.

I might digress here before closing. Earlier today, just to have a bit of time alone, my Dad suggested he take Charlotte on her bicycle (still with training wheels) to the shops. She has gone from never being interested in riding two weeks ago, to wanting to ride a lot, so off they tootled and She rode all the way there in strong winds and part way back. She has the steering down pat. Clever cookie. Can you tell I’m a proud Mum?