Best laid plans

I had a haircut scheduled for Tueday the 31st (Downtown on Halloween? What fun!)Then work called and they need me to come in on the 30th and 31st. So I called the hairdresser and asked to reschedule. "Well," the young lady laughed, "we could get you in at 11 today." "It's 10:30 now? I'll be there!" I scuffed on my shoes, and in jeans and sweatshirt, with no makeup, I bolted out the door. I made it with enough time to stop at the Pearl Bakery for a sinfully rich almond croissant and a cup of British Breakfast tea with a shot of hazlenut syrup. Ahhh, life is GOOD! My hardresser is a genius with my wavey grey locks. There was enough hair on the floor to build a small poodle, and I now have a piquant, elfin cut that hugs my head and makes me look five years younger and ten pounds thinner.

I nobly resisted the urge to shop since I was downtown, and drove myself home for lunch. And then, fool that I am, I rewarded my self-control by pulling out Amy Lane's second book, Wounded, and settled down for lunch. I should know better. I was totally transported by the first book, so why should I think the second would be easier to slip in and out of? I dropped right into her world and continued sitting at the table on that darn hard chair for FOUR MORE HOURS. I don't usually go for paranormal, babes and vampires and modern-day elves fantasy, but this is so vivid and engaging that I really can't put it down!

All of this pretty well shot my chances at getting in a thousand word on the novel. Today, I have Chrysalis, our weekly writer's group, so again, a thousand words is out. But I did get the hat for Miz G. finished. And to go with it I started on, not a scarf, but a neck gaiter, to keep out the wicked winds. But the hat needs some embellishments. A ribbon cockade? A tassel? A decorative button? Hmmmm. Oh, for a camera!

Now, since I will be on campus for Halloween, what costume should I wear? Last year I wore a tricorne hat, black slacks and vest, and a white t-shirt with the word "Enron" on the front. I was a really scarey pirate. Half the kids didn't get it.