I Would Like to Call it Beauty

I got a haircut. I got some color too. I took this photo in to my hairdresser who has been telling me I am too old for long hair now for the last two times I went in. In fact, last time, right as I was going to pay her she told me my hair looked terrible. So, I decided I could part with 3 to 4 inches and hopefully get some nice warm color too. I took THIS photo in with me to show how I wanted it done.


My hair dresser said it was a nice hair style, PARTICULARLY for the 20 year old girl in the photo. She said I would need a straightening iron for it to look that way all the time. I said uh huh.

Anyhow, 2 hours later, it pretty much looked like that. But I didn't get a picture of it until today, after I washed it, and its a little more frizzy today, plus the photographer didn't know how to use the camera. So, now its like this, although I really hope I don't look THAT bad.


It has some bangs that look like a 2 year old cut them while I was asleep. She used a razor cutter and cut one piece right above my eyebrow then the one next to it in my right eye. Then layered it all just on the right side only. I might get a better picture of this, maybe, but it will have to suffice for now. I hope someone likes it.

How am I doing? Well, ok, but had hoped to work through some things today still lingering from last October. I miss my mother and even forget sometimes she died and reach for the phone to call her. I wanted to speak to my daughter, but couldn't. My minister quit and my therapist has cancer. So, we'll settle for watching Willie Nelson on Sound Stage tonight.


So young for death,
We walk in shoes too big
But you play it like a poet,
Like you always did.
And I lay face upturned on the palm of God,
Pushed on by the fingertips of dreams,
They haunted me,
Consoling me.

And I would like to call, call it beauty,
Strained as love's become, it still amazes me
And I would like to call it beauty, ....

You slept a sigh like the angels speak,
And we danced into tomorrow on bleeding feet
And I had thought that I would die here
But you pushed me on,
You pushed me on,
You pushed me on

(Oh) And I would like to call it beauty,
Strained as love's become, it still amazes me
And I would like to call it beauty, ....

You can keep it all locked up in your leaden chest
Or you can lay mouth open on the water's edge
But all your angels and your God will stitch and wash you

Oh I would like to call, call it beauty,
Strained as love's become, it still amazes me
And I would like to call it beauty, ....

Songwriter - Corinne Bailey Rae