Renaissance Hair

Last night we went to watch the fireworks from on top of the Terrace Place garage, which is as good a place as any to watch them, especially if you love strange architecture, as the fireworks illuminate the Bell South building in many interesting ways.

One of the guys there said that I had beautiful “Renaissance Hair” and then reached over to stroke it. Yes, an almost total stranger was stroking my hair. I didn’t like it, but I didn’t deck him, which I consider to be a vast improvement in my self-restraint.

I’d still like to learn to kick people in the face, though.

“Renaissance Hair.” I’m not sure what that means. But it explains the small blocks of marble I keep finding on my pillow…

Ha, I think that’s probably funny only to me, but picture, if you will, my hair, which is more Keith Richards than anything else. Now, picture it teeming with tiny DaVincis all busy at work. How is that not hilarious?

4 thoughts on “Renaissance Hair

  1. I am SO dying to see a picture of you, or atleast of your hair. That other picture was, um, nice – but a real picture would be so cool. Renaissance hair. What a trip.

  2. yeah, i’m trying to figure out how the term “renaissance hair” fits you. that’s the danger of coining terms without proper explanation–sometimes they end up making no knid of intuitive sense. at least to me.

  3. Baroque. That’s what I thought when I saw your hair. Rococo crossed my mind as well, but I’m sticking with Baroque.

    Of all the hair eras, that’s my fave.


  4. Well, ladies, if you don’t have hair like mine, you can stop going to the salon, because, you know what they say, “If it ain’t baroque, don’t fix it.”

    I crack myself up.

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