Just being random because Nursemyra said she loved long red hair, and Jenny tweaked me on Man of Roma‘s blog over the expression “letting your hair down.”
Got some.
Just being random because Nursemyra said she loved long red hair, and Jenny tweaked me on Man of Roma‘s blog over the expression “letting your hair down.”
Got some.
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Forget the hair, I want your upper arms!
(though the hair is lovely too)
Mwah! It takes about 22 years of leaning into massage tables on top of the lifting and things… 😉
Sledpress, you are my favorite person today!
I love the tag and I will now begin to examine when my showing off is merited and when it is merely gratuitous. Now, the merited variety seems positively honorable.
So where are these poems of which I heard tell? Wherefore are these things hid? wherefore have these gifts a curtain before ’em? are they like to take dust, like Mistress Mall’s picture?
And, now, those words remind me of what I wanted to say to you about surviving the winter: I’m into the weight-lifting thing too, but to survive the winter, you must dance. Do you dance, Sledpress? What is thy excellence in a galliard?
OK, I’m done goofing off. It’s Friday night and very cold here in Chitown, and I’m going back to work now. Cheers!
Ah, now I get the “sweat” part of your blog title. I don’t dance, because I’m just too clumsy and thud-footed, but back in the days when I knocked around with the Society For Creative Anachronism I played some mean bransles and pavanes on my little recorders in between a random repertory of sight gags and tumbling.
The poems are all at the tab titled “Roaring In The Pines” (it has a subpage of Goddess poems). I keep meaning to move them to something more intelligible in the sidebar.
*sigh* I’m way too lazy to ever achieve arms like that. your hair is so beautiful – do you henna it?
Every couple of months. I got in the habit after an amusing episode in which two people who had seen me in different lights were talking about the “redheaded acrobat” and the “musician with dark-blonde hair” (see Society For Creative Anachronism, above) and finally figured out they were discussing the same person. I decided to underline the red.
I like that …… wild, wanton and weird [in a good way]
Wonderfully primal. I also like that glass lampshade in the corner.
I had that thing in the storage cupboard for years before I figured out how to get it onto an actual lamp. I think it was originally designed for a hanging fixture.
Great picture and beautiful hair, arms and shoulder. I still don’t get though what ‘letting your hair down’ or ‘up’ mean.
“Letting your hair down” means, colloquially, to express yourself naturally, speak candidly, stop restraining your emotions or impulses. “General McChrystal was relieved of command after he let his hair down in his interview with Rolling Stone.”
GOD, there are so many phrases and words in English. Daunting for a foreigner, no doubt.
Well, my Italian friend from Rhode Island — his grandfather was from Rome, his father’s family from Naples — used, in rants at or about stupid people, what he said was a bitter insult, which in English worked out to “Put your face in the bathtub!” I remember the long inflection of bagnarola. I still don’t know, thirty years later, why that was an insult (he said he couldn’t quite explain).
I have no idea. It could be a Neapolitan expression, not used in Rome.
Please don’t ever cut that hair.
🙂 Haven’t in forty years, except to trim up the ends.