Man, my husband makes me look good. 

I told him tonight as we were scrambling to deal with a situation that I wouldn't be able to do what I do, or be who I am without him. And I believe it.

If there is a man alive who brings out the "pretty" in a girl, it is him. I know he is often caught now staring at women, framing them in his mind. He imagines light and angles, determining their best features; all in a matter of moment's encounter. Perhaps some girls would be insecure in a position such as mine, but the reality is that he couldn't be who he is without me, either. No, this isn't some kind of hubris, but it is an acknowledgement of the fact that we are a team: an excellent team. 

The photos above are of me as a "beauty school dropout," my Halloween costume for our salon party last week. The owner of my salon has a thing about Halloween, in that she views it better than Christmas. Participation was a must, and I was so delighted to find myself in the middle of an outstanding and somewhat spooky crew. 

Love this place. Love these girls.

Have a wonderful week!