The New Black

This morning, I woke to the sight of the sun peeking over the horizon. Little, golden bald head, all fuzzy and warm. I jumped from bed and excitedly dressed in my Lululemon gear and pounced on JD. After years of begging him to join me for a workout, he finally agreed…and today was the big day. Hurry, hurry, hurry! Yoga On The Beach starts in ten minutes! He muttered from under his pillow something along the lines of NEED YOU NO SLEEP, WOMAN?! I told him I was deaf in my left ear, so I didn't hear him.

Hurry, hurry, hurry.

Half way through the class, I turned to JD as sweat beads fell into his eyes and his face was scrunched like a prune. I'm guessing it was his first and last time for Yoga On The Beach class. As we walked back into the hotel, soft, white sand fell from my skin. From my hands, forehead, brows…head? The powdery white sand made its way into my hair and I was terrified I'd meet the bride and groom in the lobby…it looked like I had a severe case of dandruff. Oh, don't worry…this is how we roll in the OC…dandruff is the new black.

In other news, yesterday I received word from Anthony and Michael of Into The Darkroom that Professional Photographers Magazine published an article regarding the Fresh Blog Winners. With many thanks to my blog readers for voting, I won and my blog was featured in the article…so…HOLLLLLA! If you'd like to read the article, CLICK HERE to view the magazine.

In all seriousness, thank you. I love my blog readers and I'm so blessed you share a portion of your day with me…and my apparent dandruff.