What do you think? Obviously, I think it's hilarious.
So we're off to It-Lee. The bags are mostly packed. We have Icy-Hot and a big jar of Motrin. We've trained. We're outfitted in matching shirts (oh.my.god.) and at 2 o'clock, we're headed to JFK. I'll post photos as I'm able.
I've never been to Tuscany, but our tour company recommended some reading and viewing prior to our trip--homework, such as it was. I watched an old favorite the other night: A Room With A View. So beautiful. Gorgeous costuming. Top notch actors. Romantic, right?
Not so much.
As a mother of a twenty something and two teens, I found myself itching to smack some sense into Lucy's flightly head. So petulant! So proud! Such a ding-dong! Why in the world was she engaged to Cecil/Daniel Day Lewis? No one could ever be THAT young. And George as the alternative? He was a moody Mr. Grabby-Hands. Honestly? I was drawn to Lucy's brother--Mr. Rupert Graves-Honeychurch. At least he had spark. If only he'd been adopted...
I was about an hour into the movie (after those spectacular pastoral scenes in Tuscany) when it occurred to me that I've held A Room With A View in such high esteem for the stupidest of reasons: I covet Helena B. Carter's hair. I've lived most of my life with painfully stick-straight hair (except for a brief foray into the world of 80's perms), and as I watched Lucy and her silliness the other night, I was actually watching her hair. I couldn't wait to see what it would do next. Up. Down. Pony tail. Under a hat. It captivated me.Le sigh.
My own flat hair will be tucked lifelessly under a sweaty bike helmet for the next ten days, but this will not perturb me. Dudes, I'm cycling Tuscany! I'm ready and I'm able. I'm hungry for pasta and I've got a good base tan. And I have my hubby to carry me up the stairs at the end of the day.
Wish me luck.
Have a great couple of weeks. See you at RWA in NY!
~LB, aka Queen of Flat Hair.
