A wandering mind.

Solitude and peace comes to me when I do mindless work out in the garden. The sounds around me fade away and I'm left with myself and my own peaceful inner sanctum.

And just like that, out of nowhere, random sh*t takes over.

My mind went to Lynne Knowlton, Designer Extraordinaire, who posted a random thought on her FB page recently..."Do you have any memories about your haircuts as a kid?"

Boy, Do I!

Yep, my tiny Italian grandfather was a barber.  He gave us all the same doo.

(Someone needs to tell him bangs were not intended to be that damn short.  I believe the reason being was that he hated hair in kids eyes, as did my mom.  I am certain she was behind this!)

How I loved to sit up high in that barber chair with the old fashioned leather and iron booster seat... and how I hated the snip, snip, snip of those sharp shears of his inching way too close to my tiny ears.  

I screamed "OUCH!" on more than one occasion and I wasn't alone.  We all prayed for mercy in that chair..."Dear God, Jesus, Mary, SOMEBODY help us!"

His barber shop was in the front enclosed porch of his house with an authentic barber pole hanging outside and two cool old barber chairs he would pump up with a foot pedal.  

Playing there was forbidden, of course, but oh, so much fun!

"Spin me around in that chair...faster, faster.....FASTER!"

Next came the strap. Speaking of ouch.

Thinking on that took me to other random thoughts of tiny people...and shoes.

{Just face it, women never stop thinking about shoes. Ever.}

Not "little people" as in munchkin land, but short people in, "What the heck happened that made everyone shrink in my parent's generation?"

I saw many of my parents' friends and family in January and have been stumped ever since.  That was when my father passed away and although I was stricken with grief, I was totally amazed at the size of everyone in the room.  I honesty felt like the Jolly Green Giant with stiletto heels on.  I had to bend way, way over to hug and look them in the eye when they gave me their condolences.  They all said the same thing,  "You kids have gotten SO big!"  

No kidding.

So, what the heck happened?

Is it osteoporosis?  Is it normal shrinkage? What?  

Whatever it is, I refuse to let this happen to me.

So, I am never, ever getting rid of my heels.

Back to the solitude...