Both of the Oregon sibs and their families were here to have Thanksgiving with us, and as our last activity together, the teens and the grownups all descended upon the Oquirrh Mountain Temple yesterday morning to perform temple ordinances on behalf of some of our ancestors. It's not often I get to attend the Temple with family, let alone nieces and nephews, so it was quite a moment for me. It was a very cold and blustery day, but it was a blessing to all be together. And hopefully our ancestors appreciated our efforts.
For probably the last 10 years or so, I've had pretty much the same hairstyle. For the most part, it's been long, all one length, and I would eventually put it up in a ponytail almost every day, because I couldn't stand having it in my face. It drove me crazy, but I didn't know what to do with it, and at the same time, I liked that I could basically get up and go every day without a lot of effort. For the past several months now, I've been threatening to do something different and drastic, and finally, yesterday, I did. At the recommendation of Angel, I made an appointment with her stylist. It took several weeks to get in, but finally, the day arrived. Angel went with me, for moral support, and to be the photographer. I went in with some basic ideas, but after some consultation and looking at photos with Francine, this is what I ended up with. First, the "before" shot: In process: And finally, the finished product: I can't remember the last time
Comments