Well, hello Friday. Where did you come from?

I have felt this way several days this week.  And didn’t have much to say that didn’t sound like complaining so I spared you.  I just recently watched an interview with a woman named Dominique Brown.  She was editor at Home and Garden and when them magazine shut down, her whole life changed.  And at first not for the better.   The she started moving.  Physically, geographically and at a slower pace.  She writes a blog called Slow Love Life and has a book called Slow Love: How I Lost My Job, Put On My Pajamas & Found Happiness.  I read the title of her blog several times before I realized she didn’t mean her love life was slow, but in fact meant her life was full of slow love moments.  That when she slowed down, even if it was abruptly and unexpectedly, she began to see life differently.  To see her world differently.  To see THE world differently.  She began to experience “slow love” moments that not only sustained her in this extraordinarily difficult hand she had been dealt, but actually was preferable to what her life had been.

The way I found Dominique and her book was a bit peculiar.  I have an odd way of finding and reading the day’s news. While I have my gmail open,   I open yahoo to check one of my email accounts and the front page is news feeds.  At the same time, I open facebook and  One of the news lines was about a woman born and raised in Texas, traveled the world, married several times and in her later years worked with the mentally ill and homeless in NYC.  The story, in the regional section of the New York Times was very interesting and was also a death announcement.  The world lost a truly giving person in Mrs. Sturz, age 93.  As I started to close that page, I noticed a blurb to the right of that ~ “Why can’t middle-aged women have long hair?”  Why indeed?  I could so relate. If it is something you contemplate, read the article for yourself.  Even if you aren’t thinking about your hair, it is a very good read.

My hair is getting rather long.  And rather unruly.  No, very unruly. My hair is naturally curly.  And for a middle aged woman, I still have quite a lot of volume.  Though the amount of hair on my bathroom rugs right now might lead you shake your head in disbelief…or have a bout of mild nausea.  Yes, I am going to sweep and mop today.  Get off my back about it! OOOPPS! Talking to myself again.  But see I STILL don’t have a washer.  So I haven’t pulled up the rugs which normally get washed 2-3 times a week.  It looks like it might be Tuesday (and Wednesday won’t surprise me) before my new washer arrives.  I am being very patient since I could have had a washer off the floor but noooo, I wanted what I wanted and it wasn’t in stock.  But when it finally arrives, it will be great.  And will get a work out!

But back to my hair.  I am girl of extremes.  Is this news?  Not likely to anyone who knows me.  Like this morning ~ I was extremely hungry.  Even though I am supposed to be on a “program” (I hate the word diet), I had vanilla ice cream with a banana and a peach cut up into it. Granted it was in a mug not a bowl and so therefore was a much smaller portion than I could have eaten AND there was much more fruit than ice cream.  I know, yogurt would have been a much healthier choice but that Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla Ice Cream screamed at me almost the moment my feet hit the floor.  I just don’t want to let myself get on a binge.  There’s that extreme behavior again.  The really smart thing would be not to have the ice cream in the house.  Really smart thing.  But I don’t live here alone and other people want what they want too.  Wait!  We were talking about my hair.  Or I was talking about my hair.  Curly.  Unruly.  Graying.  But you know.  I like it longer.  I could kick myself for cutting it the last time I did.  Which ended up like this:


Don’t get me wrong.  Good haircut.  Very manageable.  But I was not happy with it the moment I did it.  Partially because I know Jerry likes my hair longer.  Because, well other than my dad I have never known a man who doesn’t like long hair on a woman.  And even though he says “It’s your hair.  Wear it like you want.  I can’t tell you how to wear your hair.” , I know better.  And even though I might “look” better with shorter hair, even shorn, when he, without thinking about it, starts playing with my hair, pulling at the curls, running his fingers through it…or trying to until I wince…curly hair has it’s problems you know, we both like it better long :) But is this really a good look on a 50 something woman?


And no my hair isn’t long – but it is for me.  Most of the time it ends up in a do like one of these:


Yeah, neither of them are very age appropriate either.  BUT after reading the article by Dominique Brown, to heck with it.  It’s my hair, I will wear it like I want!  Yes, I wear overalls nearly every day.  Yes, still.  Yes, after 35 years.  Have I ever told you about the first pair of overalls I ever had and how they were my excuse for asking Jerry to my house the first time?  I will save that for another time…closer to International Overalls Day. Yes! There is such a thing!  And YES, I help start it!  I will tell you all about it VERY soon!  Fun to be had!  BTW, I had my engagement picture made in overalls!  Not kidding.  I suppose, as extreme as my behavior is at times, I am quite the creature of habit as well.

Dang, I am chasing rabbits this morning!  That’s Southern for getting side tracked, in case you aren’t from around here ;)   I really wanted to say – read the article, I am even going to read the book.  Looks very interesting and insightful. I could always use a little more insight.

And I know, I know, it’s Foodie Friday!  Here’s your recipe.  Enjoy!

VERY Berry Pie

Simple ingredients, simple directions, AMAZING pie!


Pastry for a 9” double crust pie

1 1/4 cup sugar

1/3 cup all-purpose flour

1/4 teaspoon salt

1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon

juice and grated zest from 1/2 medium lemon

5 cups fresh berries, rinsed well (blueberries, raspberries, golden raspberries)

1 tablespoon butter, cut in small pieces

In a large bowl combine sugar, flour, salt, cinnamon, lemon juice and grated rind, and berries. Roll out half of the pastry; line an 9-inch pie pan and trim edges. Pour berry mixture into pie crust and dot with small pieces of butter. Roll out remaining pastry to about 1/8 inch thick. Make lattice or simply cover pie; trim, turn edge under and crimp. Cut a few vents in top of crust to allow steam to escape . Bake at 425° for 40 minutes,   or until crust is nicely browned. For best slicing results, let the pie cool before slicing.


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Oh, Susan…I dearly love reading your blog.
Well, I’ve been chasing rabbits for two days now, it’s exhausting. Trying to figure out how to do the bloggy thing and started an exercise routine and I hurt all over, which means I need more water and more exercise…

My hair is not quite to my waist, (when it was, I was afraid of sittin’ on while on the potty), so, it’s not quite that long and my husband has made it clear he’d be thrilled if I’d do something different, but, here in LA, it has curls and I really like that, but it makes a tough time trying to decide on a shorter style. Thanks for another great recipe and site suggestion.

Susan…I really loved your blog today… it really struck home for me…and probably many women who are 50 something… who finally become aware that life is to be savored…like a good slow cooking stew and enjoyed each moment with the small pleasures that make life worth living.

I have become so weary of women who are always trying to be somebody and go somewhere… instead of seeing that a woman’s true power is what’s inside her… love… compassion…creativity… and the ability to nurture and give… and once you “get that” …knowing that you don’t have to try to go somewhere… or be somebody… you know in your heart…you are already there…. and always have been… because you are a woman! And uniquely you!

As for your hair…. wear it the way you want it… or not… or with red ribbons… being 50 means you can be free to do what the heck you what… but I love you in pigtails!!!

Hugs and crazy 50 years…
Victoria in Houston

Great post Susan! I thoroughly enjoyed and can quite relate! I have rather long hair at the moment. It’s just too expensive to go to the hair dressers. Last time cost me £92 and that was about 3 years ago! I love my long hair and so does Todd. The heck with what anyone else thinks!!

I like your haircut. My favorite is the one on the bottom right though. :)

I have to say I really enjoy reading your blog and I love posts about nothing in particular because that is how I feel most days. The first time I cut my hair off short was when I was in college and I came home and my dad told me that girls should have long hair. That was the day I found out my mom really wished that she could cut off her hair short too but she keeps it longer because she knows my dad likes it like that. Funny over the 15 years her styles have been getting a tad shorter each time she has it done. That always makes me smile when I think about it, like my mom is doing something naughty!

So enjoy yourself, be you, do what makes you happy because you never know what tomorrow will bring! Thanks for the smile today! :)

just love your post, being yourself, not trying to comply with all the “ought to be”thing ! but be as you like to be yeahh and your pie looks really tasty, still have some berries in the fridge to make scones or a pie following your recipe !:)