coming around

Today, we grabbed my current furniture out of storage and moved it back into Maison Pants.  Seeing my place with the paint and new floors and my stuff?  Awesome.  We didn't unpack it all; I still get zombie-tired rather quickly.  However, Mama Pants made my fridge absolutely sing, it's so damn clean.  And Big Daddy Pants did some sort of voodoo magic on my washer/dryer because it was drying like whoa; he also hung hooks in the loo so that I can hang towels and toilet paper and such.  I unpacked books and books and books; 5 bins of books and stuff.

Yesterday, Mom and I hit various stores to get various "moving in" stuff.  Funny to think I've lived in that apartment nearly 10 years and we're buying "moving in" stuff.  We also bought curtains for 3 areas in the house: the living room (which are decorative and won't really be closed), the Area sliding glass door, and my bedroom.  Picking curtains is hard!  Inevitably, I'd pick a curtain option and it would be out of stock.  I did this several times before I found three options that worked.  My new furniture arrives Friday.  Photos will be forthcoming.

I had my hair chopped last Wednesday.  It's shorty short now; a cut I've had before but years ago.  I really like it!  The gal who cut it is my mom's gal and good at what she does--she didn't even blink when I pulled my mop out of the rubberband to show her what she was gonna be dealing with.  In the end, we got four ponytails that measured over 10 inches each.  It took a long time for the ponies to dry (I put them over a lampshade with the bulb on) but they're ready to go off to Locks of Love now. 

My head felt so much better once she cut those damn ponytails off.  In radiation, I was often called "the one with hair" because, well, I was.  I was the only one that didn't have breast cancer, that hadn't gone through the chemo with taxol, the hair stealer.  I started to associate the mop of hair with the whole radiation/chemo process because I was The One With Hair, because I had to braid it on Tuesdays so it didn't bug me during chemo, because it was a general pain in the ass, because it came out and was absolutely everywhere during the whole treatment.  It was a lot of damn hair, overpowering.  Great to donate, but damn.  I'd look in the mirror and all the hair would scream "Sick!!  You're sick!!"  It was time; I'm still getting used to the bit of vulnerability that I find with shorter hair but I love my curls.  Funny thing is, I swear it's curlier than it was before when it was this short.  Chemo is notorious for making hair grow back curly--I wonder if it made mine a little curlier even though it never fell out.

Things are coming together.

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[Julie]

So GLAD about the moving on part. Photos of curly new do come soon, I hope?