I really enjoyed reading the floor length hair club site. One thing that cuaght my attention is that the hair you have now is what will be at the ends when it grows. I knew that, of course, but hearing it stated again reminded me not to relax on my hair care just because my hair is only eighteen inches long. :D

One thing I struggle with though is someone's comment in the advice that we can't grow long hair and expect to have it look its best everyday. As a former daily washer and a former frequent user of hair dryers, this one's tough for me. I like for my hair to look fresh.

And nothing's more fun than what happened to me this week: DH forgot to tell me that a friend of ours was coming over to give us a quote on doing some carpentry work for us. My husband, who was working from ome that day, was on a long distance call when the man arrived. There I was, still sucking air from having just finished doing aerobics, with my less than clean hair lying limply around my face, dressed in too tight exercise pants and a t-shirt, not a speck of makeup on, and with my kitchen stacked with dirty dishes. So, I was left to entertain our friend, while trying not to pass out from huffing and puffing and the embarrasment of slobbiness. :oops:

There I was left to entertain our friend and the embarrasment of slobbiness. :oops:

Ah, but at least you didn't have
your hair in a sloppy bun, no makeup, the
same day morning pajamas at night, no slippers
and Priority tape holding your bathrobe closed because
you couldn't find your belt but your robe kept coming open
while trying to assist the kids in getting on their snow gear while
your brother in law was knocking at the door.

LOL

Oh my, this is hilarious! Thanks, guys, for a good laugh!

I think I can beat both of you!

Sitting around in my oldest, rattiest clothes that are torn, tattered, and stained, no makeup, HENNA in my hair wrapped in plastic wrap, an old, ratty towel draped across my shoulders, and the guy I had a crush on shows up to see if I wanted to hang out...

That was one of the WORST moments of my life! :oops:

I think I can beat both of you!

Sitting around in my oldest, rattiest clothes that are torn, tattered, and stained, no makeup, HENNA in my hair wrapped in plastic wrap, an old, ratty towel draped across my shoulders, and the guy I had a crush on shows up to see if I wanted to hang out...

That was one of the WORST moments of my life! :oops:

That's the times I don't open the door when it knocks... :oops:
Even though I'm playing loud music and you can hear that I'm home. If they ask afterwards I just say that I was in the shower and didn't hear the door.

I once had the caretaker coming around to inspect my apartment, and I didn't know about it, so when he put the head key in and opened my door, I was standing inside only dressed in a very short skirt, a golden bra, and nothing else. While my whole apartment behind me was a mess.
One of the most embarassing moments of my life.
Luckily, he got so embarassed that he rescheduled and immediately left.

having your crush catch you in that condition is probably the worst. :oops: My condolances!!

I aspire to the principle of making my bed, tidying the kitchen, and getting reasonably dressed first thing in the morning, but I need to be much more disicplined about it. It never fails -- If my house and I are presentable, no one drops by. If things are a mess, here comes a herd of people. Do they have a messiness radar or something?