And now for something truly important. It's been a while since I've done a hair post, hasn't it? Presented in inane-text-conversations-with-my-sister format:
Me: I think I got a 70s shag haircut! Ack!
My sis: Color too?!
Me: Nope. Still the same as when you saw me two days ago.
Sis: Looks reddish.
Me: Phone camera+bathroom lighting.
Me: Do you like it?
Sis: I like the color.
Me: It's the same!!
Then, unrelated to hair, but related in the fact that it took place later that night, which you can tell because I'm wearing the same shirt (and not because I always wear the same shirt), this picture:
I was going to say, "presented without explanation," except, well...
a. This is me wearing yoga pants and attempting headstand at a dinner party.
b. I had to change after I split my real pants attempting to demonstrate frog pose. (For your edification.) I don't remember how it came up, but it did, ok?
c. SINCE I was now wearing yoga pants there seemed to be NO REASON NOT TO attempt headstand, and again I don't remember how it came up, but it did, ok?
d. There are only two situations in which I will ever do headstand, and one is in a yoga studio with calm nerves, steady breath, and a centered mind, and the other is drunk and in someone's living room.
e. When I am calm, steady, and centered, I have never once fallen out of headstand, but drunk and in someone's living room, it is perhaps unsurprising that my first attempt ended with me crashing spectacularly down on my left shoulder and side. (I totally get the word "tipsy" now!)
f. FOR SOME REASON (and also posterity) I agreed to go for this second, more successful attempt (with the help of a spotter this time, because ouch).
Moral of the story: INVITE ME TO YOUR DINNER PARTIES. But you should probably move your furniture out of the way first.