You know how you can just read body language sometimes, and you know you shouldn't interrupt someone? And yet you do anyway sometimes? I wonder why it is that I ignore the signals. I always regret it when I do.
Anyway, this woman I interrupted didn't really mind. She is a classmate of mine and she is about six months pregnant. When I was pregnant she often talked to me about balancing school and having babies. I really like her a lot, but we've never actually hung out. I felt incredibly awkward talking to her. Timing stuff ~ it is all so strange.
So: the point is, she commented that my new short haircut was "sassy." I couldn't believe it. After years of trying to describe why I like having short hair, after trying to say why it was better for my personality, she found the one word that really sums it up. I think that because I appear so calm and soft-spoken that the funky hair helps balance me out. It shows I have a sense of humor and some confidence. Though I am not feeling it yet this morning, you could also call it some sassiness. (Say it like it is in italics ok?)
Well, the other thing about the word Sassy is it made me remember my first magazine subscription. Does anyone out there remember Sassy magazine? Here is an ode to Sassy which is far more in depth than I am willing to go. I started subscribing back in junior high. In fact, I was solicited before it went into publication. I remember being so excited that some mail came for me that I immediately wanted to subscribe. Though often the clothing sections were totally lame, the magazine had this great section called "Stuff you Wrote" that featured stuff written by readers. My friend Denise proudly appeared on said page, I think sometime our senior year of high school. I don't know when the magazine faded away, but thinking about it has made me all nostalgic. It has made me remember reading it with many different friends. Sigh. I'm getting old.
Holy cow one last image search yielded this. I wouldn't quite write a book about Sassy myself... this post will have to do.
Oh! And a good note to end on: yesterday at day care they were singing "this little light of mine" with Junie. And apparently she was pointing both her pointer fingers in the air and moving them to the music. So having heard this I tried it at home. Oh the unbelievable sweetness of a tiny person doing a pointy finger dance. I love it.