Big hair and Cinderella Balls

I have chick lit hair now. :bighair: It’s flippy, cute, trendy, and I love it.

What is it about getting a haircut that’s so liberating? I love trying new things. My worst disaster was the Friends haircut. I looked like Jennifer Aniston, only using a lawnmower to cut my hair. Too short. My face also looks very pudgy if I try the elfin look. Some people can be a waif. Not me.

Have you ever noticed how, in hair magazines, the models have long bangs and a smoldering expression. “I shall make LOVE to the camera, my little cabbage.” If I had hair like that, I’d be whuffing it out of my face and screaming, “Cut it off! Cut it off!!”

When I traveled to Europe with my husband, I was in awe at how fashionable people were in Rome and in Paris. I felt gawky in my jeans and T-shirt. When I got home, I resolved to dress better. But then again, with the price of dry cleaning, maybe there’s something to be said for machine-washable. Plus, when I had my kids, you get a permanent stain on your shoulder. I am a human chew toy, apparently.

But that’s the great thing about the RWA National Conference (yes, I’m going!!). You can leave the kids for a few days, wear glamorous clothing, hob nob with your favorite authors, and grovel at the feet of editors. For a short time, you can be someone else. At my last conference, I was invited to attend the Harlequin party with a close friend of mine, and let me tell you, I felt like Cinderella. Who me? Hide in the corner? No way. I was out there dancing my brains out. It was a blast. Here’s a photo of the occasion. Now here’s hoping I get my own invitation this year!