Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Rock and Rolla Ayatollah

I have this thing I like to call The Daily Susannah. It's who I see in the mirror each day. Because with my hair growing out from bald, I don't feel like myself. Sure, you'd think that a year later I would be used to it, but that's the thing: it changes every freaking day. I change every day. So one day I may catch my reflection and there is Scott Baio. A blink of an eye later and I am The Heat Miser

For awhile there I was rocking a mean Marv Albert.
Honestly I don't even know who Marv Albert is; he is not really on my radar. But he must be subconsciously because one day I looked in the mirror and there is was, clear as day. Why hello there Marv Albert slash self!

Many days I feel like a politician's wife until I feel guilty for being so misogynistic and remind myself that no, I am Geraldine Goddamn Ferraro, may she RIP.
Other days, when I am not so intense but a bit foppish and clever, I am Emma Thompson. Specifically Love, Actually Emma Thompson. On these days I think in a British accent. (And I do hope you read that sentence in a British accent.)

Lately I seem to vary from Ronald Miller when I let my hair go bushy... David Spade if I flat iron it.
And then last night I saw my new self, and it made me want to do a little dance. Wearing tight pants.

Because you guys, this is me. Today's Susannah. Everybody's talking 'bout my tight pants...
Got my tight pants on.


Raylene said...

You look fabulous. And healthy. And happy!!!

Petunia Face said...

Thanks Raylene!<3

Anonymous said...

From Sydney, Australia there is massive applause. Not only do you reference like a boss, you look fab. Lady you are rocking your tight pant hair X

Cathi said...

Great to see you looking so healthy and happy!!