…is sometimes what I believe happens when I begin to write. I dig out the words I want and put them together, one piece at a time. I often think I should take a sculpting class, that I would enjoy working with my hands.
I suppose I could say that I’ve sculpted many a head of hair over the past twenty some odd years. I’ve officially retired from that profession now, although I do find the time to hassle my friends about how their locks look upon occasion.
And because words and sculpting often go together, here’s something for you to ponder.
Mayer’s work is fascinating but I wish he’d resisted the crotch shots.
Happy hairdressing retirement, sweet T! Happy poem-ing, too!
I like the woman especially since her name is Delilah. I’m amazed at the details.
Thanks A! I’m still doing some hair in the backyard. Will always have my scissors handy for you!