Thursday, July 8, 2010

scrunchies

The scrunchie. Color me a child of the 80s, but I still love the scrunchie. I know this is not a topic of interest for guys (one can hope, anyway), but any female above the age of 30 should have at least some amount of respect for its value. Scrunchies don't break your hair off. Scrunchies don't hold your ponytail so tight that you look like you've had a face lift. Scrunchies can be color coordinated to match your outfit (if you're into that sort of thing). Scrunchies can be machine washed. And scrunchies last forever. I think I've only tossed one or two scrunchies in the past 25 years... Deny it if you will. Say that you don't sleep with your hair up in a scrunchie, or wear one when you are weeding the yard (which, by the way, is a much more demented activity than wearing the scrunchie if you ask me... but I'll save that for another blog.) The truth is, there are tons of closet-scrunchie wearers out there. Don't believe me? Just check out the massive scrunchie selection at any Wal-mart. Supply and demand, baby, supply and flippin' demand.

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Tuesday, July 6, 2010

haybales

I like haybales. I've thought about it and I think it's the whole 'order out of chaos' thing. Not that an unmowed field of hay is particularly chaotic, but there's something very satisfying about seeing it turned into a sea of sporadically placed bundles of uniformity. I know, I know... I said sporadic, which seems counter to the whole order thing, but somehow it is just enough randomness to make the order beautiful. It just fills me with a sense of accomplishment without having done a thing. I have to say, though, that it only works with round bales. Rectangle bales are just ugly. I know... I need therapy...

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