The thing with having eyes the color of the sea is that some days they can be a super intense hue of blue-green-grey that defies typical color nomenclature....And you can't even blame the colors I'm wearing or my makeup for it because I'm wearing black/grey with gold text/stars on it and I'm not wearing any makeup at all today.

It was far more intense in person than on my phone and was continuously changing from moment to moment -- everyone kept stopping in their tracks commenting on them today asking me exactly what color they are. Including taking my car over for its overdue oil change/tire rotation/checkover (which I wanted to get done before my drives to/from Green Bay and Milwaukee and Minneapolis later this week for We Banjo 3 shows) and stopping by EyeMart to have them check my glasses for any scratches or repairs and adjust the sizing slightly before my 1 year warranty on all damage replacement/repair is up. I hate when people ask me what color my eyes are....I get terribly embarrassed and confused and I usually say, 'I dunno, they change colors constantly -- what color ARE they right now?" And I also hate having to fill out licenses and passports and such that make me list my eye color. Because I never know what to list...and so then I just ask the person when I go to turn it in which one they think I should fill in. And yes, wearing kn95 and n95 masks leaves a mark on my nose -- I'm actually allergic to the poly/acrylic fibers they're made from but you're not supposed to wear cotton masks under them or you don't get the right fit and electrostatic charge defense on them. It's the same reaction I have to poly/acrylic fibers in clothes -- makes my skin red and itchy and eventually will cause hives or blisters where it touches my skin.

That was while I was hanging out with my favorite 16 year old and my dog, listening to Aoife Scott songs and drinking tea and reading while she caught up on schoolwork. Before I stuck the swords in my hair to get it out of my face, lol.

 

(I'm not particularly good at getting pictures of the back of my own head, lol. Even when I cheat and use a mirror as well as the front facing camera.)

Sarah discovered the hair swords from a hair accessory company from Bristol Ren Faire and she told me about them and I got excited and so she ordered 3 sets of them for her and her daughter Mikaela and me. Today both Mikaela and I were wearing them.  She's been teasing about a swordfight with them and asked who won and Mikaela squawked at her, "MOM! You don't cross swords with Dani! Not even for fun! Dani with a blade in her hand is scary fast and she knows what she's doing!" and I added blandly sipping my tea, "Also Mikaela has almost no automatic defenses if you just poke at her with your finger or kick her. Even when you warn her and telegraph it. See?" Mikaela, 'Ow." Me shrugging, "She lacked any siblings except me and I'm enough bigger that I couldn't properly teach her self defense the way a real sibling would. So I wouldn't pick up a sword against her. It wouldn't be fair to her." 

P.S. I've always wanted hair swords this life!!! I'm so excited to have them!!!! Also, i want a bladed Japanese war fan.