The Nun Bun

Nashville makes national news ... due to the theft of a shellaced cinamon bun ("bearing resemblence to Mother Teresa.")

Rhinestone pastries. And a damn good local coffee shop, too.

Don't try this at home, kids - this stuff only happens in Nash Vegas.


Thief on the Run with Nun Bun
May the Mother and her buns rest in peace.

Now that I'm a red-head

Bright auburn to be more accurate. Last night my sister did the deed on my head and, Wahlah! I am a fair-skinned, freckled, true to my roots, Scottish-looking woman. But I still have a few grey hairs.

What's bizarre to me is that at work today I went about 2 1/2 hours before anyone said anything. I decided that no one noticed - it is subtle (which I appreciate) - but still, not a one? Finally, our lovely front desk lady noticed. But then, the most awkward thing happened. Everyone else started saying they had noticed, too, but didn't want to say anything...

What???

Since when do you not tell a woman, "oh you got a hair cut," or "it's red, now!" Which led me to wonder...is it ugly?

I was assured by my sister and others that it looks good, but what is this phenomena that mum's the word until someone breaks the news that your hair looks different? Hmph.

Well I like it, my cat likes it - and the secret's out - I still look good in red (thought I might as well experiment on the first day.)

Hurrah for red-heads - for as long as my box dye lasts.

I'm back.

Finally. Two months later and hundreds more gray hairs. And it's time to take care of that. Tonight, I will dye my hair red.

I want Julianne Moore. "My Sister" thinks a more strawberry blonde would suit me. It will boil down to which box is on special at Walgreens.

I've always admired red heads and I hope I make a good one. My one major fear is that my favorite clothes won't blend as well with my hair when it is fiery. I mean, can I wear red shirts and pants and have red hair? I hope so. I intend to do so regardless, but it would be a nice consolation prize to still look smokin' hot.

It's nice to have this last little bit of time with my sister before she heads back to Boston. After we are finished working the media check-in for the Music City Bowl (what I drag my friends and family in to) we will imbibe in Mexican and margaritas and then buy hair dye. I hope this is not a deadly combination.