Good morning to you, where ever you are this April 26th morning. For me, it is 4:20 AM in the Coachella Valley and it’s dark here in the living room, except for the glow of the computer monitor. Hubby went back to sleep for a few more hours. It is his last day of vacation before he returns to the real world of masks, and social distancing and “May I help you?” We spent the last few days relaxing and celebrating as best as possible. Hubby and I have known each other since March 2000 but really didn’t start getting to know each other till 2014. This last two weeks I learned more about his musical tastes and the musicians that influenced him. I also learned about lipstick pickups and Danelectros. Yeah, that was cool. Also, he learned that he will never have to hide a guitar purchase from me. I will always be the wife that will happily say, “Yes honey, you DO need another, (insert musical instrument here).” He has a new bass coming in this week and I think I am more excited than he is. It took him a long time to decide on this one (years). Now, to get him get a new guitar…I am only thinking about new stuff to photograph… So, this was a great past two weeks, I look forward to the next vacation. Hopefully, the next one will be under different circumstances but whatever it is, I know we will make it fun.
Here is a little road music for yesterday’s drive. I was looking for If You See California By Chris Robinson but I think the the Universe needed me to hear this song and maybe you need to hear it too. Press play…
We headed out to Sky Valley and Desert Hot Springs as the weather was heating up and the skies were clear. Usually, this would mean that there would be hot air balloons in Coachella but not now during this time. I had Hubby stop a few times so I could snap a few pics to save for memories of this day. It is not every day that someone turns 55, right? Really, though, I love birthdays and parties. However, I can never afford to throw fancy parties I used to hate having to improvise when my kids were young. Hopefully, someday I will be able to make-up for it. I remember I used to get up early in the morning to draw messages in chalk on the sidewalk in front of the house so everyone would know it was their special day. Sometimes I would blow-up balloons and decorate the house or what ever we could afford. If my kids ever say that they never had fancy parties, yes, you can believe them. So, anyhow, I had a little “party” of our own yesterday and sort of documented it on IG so our kids could be there with us, I am sure they were rolling their eyes. Oh well, they will be in their 50’s someday…
We had dinner last night in the parking lot of an Arco station in Indio. You think that this is because of the Pandemic, well it isn’t. Me and the mister, do this nightly. It is a real treat to actually sit in a restaurant and I really can’t wait to actually sit in one again. I did bake him a fancy, flourless, chocolate cake with homemade creme fraiche. Yeah, I really was a chef…sometimes he let’s me cook…All in all, it was a good day. I hope he enjoyed.
So, last week, I mentioned that I wanted to try out some Dolly Parton hairstyles. Well, I tried unsuccessfully. The first day, I watched three very informational tutorials on Youtube. I thought I was ready. I wasn’t. That first day ended with me having to cut a comb out of my hair. I had been teasing the back of my hair and then I dunno, hair even though they say is dead, lives. It wrapped itself around that combed and wouldn’t let go. Flashbacks of my Mom smacking my head and yelling “Stay still.” appear. I also laughed. Okay friends from high school, what exactly did “snatching hair out of one’s head” look like? My friend’s Mom used to yell that at her or her brother when they were in trouble. So, again if you follow me on IG, I posted a selfie of me with my natural hair and all it’s glory. See, I could barely contain all of it in the photo below. However, if anyone wants to try their own Dolly hair, please send them my way, I would love to see them. I will also post them here and on my IG if you give me permission. If you reading, are a hairstylist in the Coachella Valley and you want to work with me after the SAHO is lifted, message me so I can hire you to do my Dolly Hair doo’. Having back issues and the CES also played a big part in my backing out of it. I had no idea how hard it was to stand there and straighten my hair and then put rollers in.
All this hair talk makes me think of one of my favorite lady singers. India.Arie. When I first heard India.Arie in the early 2000’s she was like a breath of fresh air. She was singing about women. All women. Yes, she is African-American and I am Mexican-American but the words she wrote and sung were powerful and sung with such grace. Anyhow, when I heard the song I posted below, I felt it all. How could I not want to listen and hear more from someone that was singing these words, about girl like me, to a heavy bassy beat:
I’m not the average girl from your video
And I ain’t built like a supermodel
But I learned to love myself unconditionally
Because I am a queen
I not the average girl from your video
My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes
No matter what I’m wearing I will always be
India.Arie — lyrics from India.Arie’s song Video
I found a live version of the song I Am Not My Hair. Around 19, a friend’s mother relaxed my hair. She thought that my course hair, if she only left it in a few minutes, would “take”. Whatever that meant. It didn’t. Well it did take some of my hair with it, down the drain. Around 2008-ish I met a hairdresser and she introduced me to this wonderful treatment from Japan, although it didn’t last the 6 months as promised, it did make my hair straight and silky smooth for a few glorious weeks.
This song, right now means so much, right now, as women all over the world are feeling the strain of the stay at home orders, knows how good a trip to the salon can feel. However, know that you, under that hair, that isn’t getting blown-out or straightened or colored – is enough and beautiful, because hair, is not forever, like this pandemic. You can change it. You can make it better. You can also make it worse. It is all up to you. Thank you India.Arie for that cosmic message.
Thank you for stopping by and may you have a peaceful Sunday where ever in the world you may be. I hope to catch up a few things…Hugs to you that is needing one.