Recently I've been considering changing my hair, which means growing it longer since it's been short for many years, and I'm craving change (which probably requires contemplation, but for now I'm just going with it). I used to change jobs, change men (that was a looooong time ago) or change residences.
But now I love all three, my job, my man, my home. Change needs to come from other sources....Now don't look for this to be a definite thing, I'm reasonably fickle and I'm not sure I can manage the awful stage that is inevitable, but I'm giving it thought at least, and while cleaning out a space in the studio today, look what I found!
Me with long hair, considerably younger of course....
This was most likely an annual Christmas party since we never went for formal pictures otherwise.
and I found other pictures, and I was reminded that we kissed,
a lot....and that there was a day that I wore dainty pearl earrings and Mark's beard was not white.