Three Little Blurbs

First:  A giant "thank you!" to Kathy at Oregon Gifts of Comfort and Joy! She held a contest on her blog and my name came up a winner.  My prize(s) arrived yesterday--a cookbook, some cool handmade drawstring bags, and the fixings for homemade cookies, complete with a red spatula that matches my kitchen color scheme, proving that Kathy is not only talented and generous, but clairvoyant, as well.  Thanks again, Kathy!

Second:  As a writer I possess an insatiable curiosity regarding the details of every little thing (condensed: I'm nosy), so beginning next week I will post a "question of the day".  Some days it will be a goofy question, some days serious; my goal is to learn more about you, my blogging buddies, and to collect bits and bites of your insights and humor on various subjects.  Please check back on Monday morning for the first installment of "Curious Cat Wants to Know..."

Third:  VibrantNation.com is a site for "women of a certain age" and I qualify, which means I'm an old bagger...er...I mean, a mature lady.  The site is pretty cool, with ongoing chat about women's issues.  There is also an army of featured bloggers, the ranks of which your truly was invited to join.  The editor stumbled upon my blog while engaged in a web search of--are you ready for this?--chin hairs!  Why she searched this topic is anyone's guess, but search she did, and she found Writing in the Buff. (To read the post that piqued her interest go to my VN blog link.) Soon after, I received an invitation to have my blog re-published on VibrantNation, and since shameless self-promotion is not a problem for me, I've opted in. 

Last but not least:  This is a busy world, and y'all have lives and work that keep you hopping.  Thank you for reading my blog and commenting, either here or via email.  I appreciate you and the time you take to drop in here at Writing in the Buff.  Thanks!

Curious Cat and I will see you Monday!

Have a safe and blessed Easter weekend 
Lisa

Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

When I was twelve my picture was in the dictionary displayed alongside the definition of "unibrow". King Kong was envious of my brows. I spent half my life pluck-pluck-plucking just to be presentable in public. It seems a cruel joke that middle-age convinced my once lush brows to desert me. Where have they gone? I haven't needed tweezers since 45. I light incense and pray to the eyebrow gods every night before bed, but my begging goes unheeded. In fact, the eyebrow gods toy with me. While I'm asleep they pull what little hair does sprout from my eyebrows and plant it on my chin. I wake up in the morning looking like Billy Goat Gruff.

Okay, okay, so I'm exaggerating. A little. The point is, I want my eyebrows back!

When I was in high school back in the 70s, thin brows were the fashion, unless you were Brooke Shields. No one that I knew had thick brows, and a lot of girls shaved off their brows and drew on new ones. I never went that far, but I did pluck my brows into oblivion. Well, they are having the last laugh. After decades of rejection they have gone into semi-retirement. At least they aren't turning gray. Much.

I think what worries me is that if my ever bountiful eyebrows have flown the coop, what will be the next to go? Or worse, what will be the next to grow? Yikes! Shouldn't have had that coffee milkshake at Marble Slab Creamery. Or maybe...maybe all that calcium and vitamin D will infuse my eyebrows with new life!

Ahh...I love being a positive thinker.

Til next time,
Lisa