Liz

Or so it says on the sales receipt from the nail kit I bought in the mall after being waylaid by this attractive young woman. She polished up my thumbnail to a mirror bright shine, so I told her I would buy the kit if she would pose for a picture. I'm pretty sure she would have done it anyway.

On a whim, I had all my hair cut off this morning. There is not one hair on  my head that is longer than an inch. Fearing my reflection in the Pilates studio, and with an hour to kill before class, I went across the street to the mall where I walked around sneaking furtive peeks at myself in the shop windows. 

I wonder why I am suddenly reminded about all the family talk about the "Eastman ears"?