It's time for a few small repairs, she said.

This was the song lyric which inspired my college friend Marissa to chop off her long hair into a very short pixie thing, much to the chagrin of her then-boyfriend now-husband/baby daddy.  We all thought that it was sort of odd, given the fact that that Sheryl Crow song about a change doing you good was really big at the time and seemed more likely to inspire a relationship-threatening haircut than, say, a song about arson.  And yet it is what popped into my own head during my own recent impuslive change-o-rama.

There I was, a week ago Saturday just watching some TLC.  The night before, Melissa and I had done some looking at some new bedding, mostly just to kill some time, with the result that I decided everything was far too expensive and I would definitely wait until after the move and a new job.  After all, I had been perfectly content with my college graduation gift quilt for over seven years now.  I could wait another month.  And then on Saturday I realized that I MUST have new bedding.  Immediately.

Before I could even get out of the house to commence shopping, I had another revelation.  I NEEDED to cut my hair.  Off.  As soon as possible.  I should mention that I was under the influence of several episodes of What Not to Wear and deep in the realization that Nick Arrojo would SO not approve of my current hair.  (Not that I think Clinton and Stacy would approve of my vast collection of Old Navy plain-colored t-shirts, but until they arrive at my door with a $5,000 debit card, there's not much to be done about that.  And if they didn't think that I would spend all $5,000 in H&M on day 1 and require two cabs just to cart all of that inexpensive goodness back to my hotel, they would be sorely mistaken.)

Anyway, I called the salon and made an appointment with Melissa's stylist for today (10 days later!) and then called Amy to go shopping with me to help me pick out the new coverlet.  Actually 2 different coverlets, which we bought, brought here, and put on the bed.  And the winner was:

The rest of the bedroom isn't all matchy since I'm moving next month and frankly, I didn't want to mess with trying to make the bed look all pretty and pillow-shammed for you people, so this is the picture you get.  (I should mention that this is a shot of one of the many small paisleys lest you think that my new coverlet consists of one giant paisley as that photo seems to imply.)

On to the hair, which is a little shorter than I had intended, but still good.

I realize that there really ought to be a Before shot here with me in my glasses and no make-up looking shiny and sad.  And yet, you're getting the shine in the After picture because I couldn't be bothered to touch up after the "5 minutes to get dressed, brush teeth, put on make-up and leave" routine.

And those are my small repairs.  (You know, aside from the whole quitting my job to move to a place where I know no one and hopefully getting a job in an entirely new field.)  Also, we are having a garage sale this Saturday so I'll be repairing the state of my overstuffed drawers, closet, and shoe rack.

In unrelated news, the Global Night Commute was a success, at least here in San Antonio with many, many people sleeping out in the grass at UTSA. 

We wrote letters to the President and our Senators and completed art projects for possible inclusion in a future book.  I don't hold out a lot of hope for mine since it was completed entirely using two flipchart markers accidentally pilfered from a former employer.  And we had to use our pillows as our work surfaces, which really doesn't result in impressive art.  And if, when the book comes out, some of the entries look really awesome, then I will assume that those people cheated and did their art at home.  Here is a picture of our little group, hard at work:

If you want to help out, you can still go here and donate or purchase a hand-made bracelet.  I'd also like to mention for plugging purposes that just before the GNC, I attended a release party for a CD that I highly recommend.  Plus I just think the phrase I attended a CD release party makes me sound cool.

And now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go and mess with my new hair while listening to my new CD in my new green bedroom.