Taza and I got haircuts today (at different salons). After my horribly botched haircut last month, this time I went to our version of Carmen (high life hairdresser of Charlotte). My appointment was for 2 pm, but I didn't get into the chair until 3:15. Although it isn't anything close to what I asked for or expected, it's a "good" haircut I guess (nothing like last time). My top layer falls around my lips... eek. I'm sure glad I grew out my hair before coming here. Otherwise I'd be in real trouble at this point. I did have a moment in the chair of remembering that missions involves sacrifice, but as Tim says, if this is the worst it gets, I'll be awfully lucky.


In other news, Tim finished sewing Taza her second bed last night. Looks like we need some fresh ideas for sewing projects. Tim's is far more complex than mine and a little more posh to suit her. I've included a photo, but he says you can't see the "finer details" from it. As he finished sewing it last night, he mentioned that sometimes it's amazing he's not gay. Oh dear. The truth is that I love having an artist/mathematician husband with an eye for beauty, a passion for creating new things, and the technical/logic skills to do just about anything he puts his mind to.

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