I went to get my hair done on Thursday. In creepy alley. [I have no idea what the place is actually called, but it's in this kind of creepy alley, hence our name for it.]

I went to get my hair highlighted. [It still amazes me that it costs the same as a haircut in Orlando...].

So, I’m sitting under the hairdryer and I figured to make the most use of my time, I would knit. Yes, I was sitting under a hairdryer at a salon, knitting. What does it mean when a woman 3x my age comes up and compliments me on my “lovely scarf”? Apparantly, I skipped my mid-twenties and went straight to my mid-eighties.

[as a side note, I'm almost half-way done, despite a few missed stitches--hey, they'll just give it character, right?]