My good deed for the day
And I wasn't even trying. :)
J and I were at the Christmas Tree Shop in Portland this afternoon after his appointment (got stitches taken out! Yay! Have to soak the injured fingers and change dressings once a day, which means I have to help him, which means I have to look... owowowow and eeeeewwww.... but he's healing. I looked at his hand when the had the bandages off. I've seen worse, I think, in movies, but it's quite a bit different when you know it's makeup and not on someone you care about.)
But I digress... anywho! Background: I decided to fix my hair in two braids last night when I took my shower... I like braids. :) J and I were at the Christmas Tree Shop in Portland this afternoon after his appointment, looking for a strawberry planter I'd seen a few weeks ago. (I'm growing strawberries this year! Couldn't stand to leave 'em at the nursery anymore.) No planters. Figures. Wait a week, and the one thing I should have bought is now gone. Oh well, let's wander around a bit... We were over by the pillows/drapery section, near two older ladies who were conversing rapidly in French. I wandered over next to them, looking at the pillows, and I hear a gasp, and "C'est moi!" followed by more rapid French. I looked over, and one of the ladies nearly ran over to me, exclaiming, "When I was a little girl, around 14, I had my hair just like yours, but it was down to here (gestures to my waist). I loved it! Don't you ever cut your hair!! You have beautiful hair!" I thanked her, a genuine smile on my face. "What is the word for that in English?" Braids, I said, grinning. She smiled, and repeated again "Don't ever cut your hair!", and left with her friend, still smiling. I laughed a bit, went back to wandering with J.
I made that French lady's day, I think... made me feel all warm & fuzzy inside. :)
J and I were at the Christmas Tree Shop in Portland this afternoon after his appointment (got stitches taken out! Yay! Have to soak the injured fingers and change dressings once a day, which means I have to help him, which means I have to look... owowowow and eeeeewwww.... but he's healing. I looked at his hand when the had the bandages off. I've seen worse, I think, in movies, but it's quite a bit different when you know it's makeup and not on someone you care about.)
But I digress... anywho! Background: I decided to fix my hair in two braids last night when I took my shower... I like braids. :) J and I were at the Christmas Tree Shop in Portland this afternoon after his appointment, looking for a strawberry planter I'd seen a few weeks ago. (I'm growing strawberries this year! Couldn't stand to leave 'em at the nursery anymore.) No planters. Figures. Wait a week, and the one thing I should have bought is now gone. Oh well, let's wander around a bit... We were over by the pillows/drapery section, near two older ladies who were conversing rapidly in French. I wandered over next to them, looking at the pillows, and I hear a gasp, and "C'est moi!" followed by more rapid French. I looked over, and one of the ladies nearly ran over to me, exclaiming, "When I was a little girl, around 14, I had my hair just like yours, but it was down to here (gestures to my waist). I loved it! Don't you ever cut your hair!! You have beautiful hair!" I thanked her, a genuine smile on my face. "What is the word for that in English?" Braids, I said, grinning. She smiled, and repeated again "Don't ever cut your hair!", and left with her friend, still smiling. I laughed a bit, went back to wandering with J.
I made that French lady's day, I think... made me feel all warm & fuzzy inside. :)