Illusion. Delusion...
I made the mistake of looking up the
website of one of my favorite new singers. The musician has a voice
that fuels my dreams of dropping everything and working at a diner on
a beach. In my head, he is 30ish with wind blown brownish-blonde
hair. His tan bod is dressed in an open collar white shirt and well
worn jeans. And he is barefoot.
Not that I have given it much thought.
(Here is where my husband would like it
to be known that 'He told me so'.)
You remember the scene in The Wizard of
Oz where the wizard is hiding behind a curtain warning Dorothy not to
look? It was like that but instead of the kindly wizard Dorothy
discovered Conway Twitty. No wait, that was me. I know I sound shallow. You should never judge a person by their looks but come on! Dreamy Bobby Sherman voice...with a
Conway Twitty head.
And to prove that I am not a hater:
Twitty Hair. Its not good for anyone. (Except of course for Mr. Twitty, who seemed to do alright.)
And to prove that I am not a hater:
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Me, with my very own Conway Twitty Hairdo. |
(And, to be fair, the guy mentioned in the above ramble is an awesome
musician and I refuse to put his name here because I am still holding
out hope that one day I might meet him and get to tell him how much I
love his music and once we have bonded over our mutual love of
beaches and sailing he will be open to my suggestion for a haircut. I
am thinking something more Bruce Willis and less Twitty-bird...)
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