29 02 2008

Tonight, I watched 2 back to back episodes of Lost.

Alright now, let me back up to the story I am trying to tell. You all know that I am going to Plymouth, Mass. to start a show that I am trepidacious about. God keeps doing cool things to comfort me and assure me that this is His plan, not mine.

I did not go looking for this job. In fact, my dear friend, Jennifer, was supposed to do it. She was hired and all ready to jump into the research part when she got a call from a television series being filmed in Pa. They had a woman named Rita who was going to work with them but when the writer’s strike ended she was called back to do Lost. The poor dear (I am so kidding) leaves for Hawaii on March 6th. So, Rita was out and Jennifer was in. That left the job in Plymouth opened and Jennifer recommended me. Are ya with me so far?

I need some hairdressers to help me for several days so, I got a hold of the Union roster and started making phone calls. One of the names on the list is a woman who was involved in getting me my very first hairstyling job in film. She happens to live about 20 minutes away from where we are working. I called her and asked if she was available to come work with me and, to my surprise, she said yes. There was only one problem, she told me. She was leaving on March 6th to go to Hawaii to go back to work on Lost.

Rita is the hairstylist that Jennifer is replacing in Pa. which left the job open in Plymouth which puts me to work right down the street from where I used to live. And Rita is coming to work with me! Is this like seven degrees of…. never mind.

You can call that whatever you want but I call it Divine Providence.

I was also fortunate enough to get another woman who I have worked with several times over the years. Usually, she is the one calling me with work, but this time I get to give her a job. She is delightful to work with. We 3 are going to have the best time.

Every day some little thing happens to let me know that God is orchestrating and giving me favor.

All of my equipment and supplies are packed up and I just have some last minute things to pack in the morning before we head out. The dogs will be taken care of and the house will be guarded and watched.

Oh, by the way, I watched Lost tonight because Rita built a crew cut wig to use on one of her actors who has long hair. Yep, she knows more about wigs than most people I know. It looked really good too. If I wasn’t watching with a discerning eye and scrutinizing every lighting angle, I would not have known it was a wig.

I am so blessed!

It’s always something

28 02 2008

I have been meaning to put up a pic of Ed in one of the good wigs that I got in from LA but it has really been a mad house around here.

Amidst all the packing and prepping for the show, I have been dealing with some health issues. After much testing and probing and dropping of some nasty sounding diagnosis ( what the heck is the plural of that word anyway?), we finally boiled it down to Pulmonary Fibrosis. That is better than some of the stuff they were saying but still not my favorite day. I saw a pulmonary specialist today and he said that I am really doing pretty good. My oxygen levels were nearly perfect and I don’t seem to be inhibited by this thing. He said we will have another CT scan in 6 months to see how fast or slow it is progressing. OR, to see evidence of a complete healing. That is my prayer.

I am still planning to live to be 100, so keep looking for that house with the in-law apartment Fawn and Brian.

In the meantime, I will go on a detox cleanse diet even more rigorous than the one I did a couple of months agao. I got all the info and the supplements yesterday. I am just trying to decide if I can do this while working out of town under stressful conditions, living in a hotel and visiting with family. Might be better to wait until I get home. After all, I don’t really want to watch everyone eat good New England seafood while I slurp down my green drink. Sounds like I just made up my mind.

So, maybe tomorrow will be a photo of Special Ed in another wig. Stay tuned.

Elvis sighting…

24 02 2008


… in Celebrity Detox.

This is how good my husband is. He let me put a wig on him that is entirely too small for his head and makes him look like, well, Pilgrim Elvis in detox.

It is pretty obvious that;

  1. He loves me very much.
  2. He does not take himself too seriously.
  3. He has a good sense of humor.
  4. He is my hero.

Life is fun.

Coni wigs out

23 02 2008


My poor studio is a mess today. I have dragged out every wig and hair piece that I own so I could choose what I think I will need for this job. There is always so much prep work to do. It is really challenging to make my ADD brain think in an organized manner. The evidence of that statement is in the pics above. Not only am I packing wigs but I also have to have my blow dryers, curling irons, ect. Then, bobby pins, hairstyling products and a ton of other stuff. Ahhh, the glamorous life! I hope it doesn’t sound like I am complaining. It can just have its overwhelming moments.

The wigs that are lined up are the ones I have already washed and styled. The poster propped up on my chair has pictures of the Pilgrim characters and photos of the actors who will portray them. We will have a great looking cast of Native Americans playing the Wampanoag tribe as well. I had to make the poster in order to keep straight who is who. I am grateful that I have learned some techniques to help keep my thinking straight.

Thank goodness Mary came over and asked if Ed and I wanted to go to Olive Garden for dinner. We had a good meal with good company. Twelve year old Rachel looked adorable and baby Tamara was precious as always. Tim and Ed were kinda cute too but Mary and I out shined them, of course.

When we got home, I decided to stay out of the studio for the rest of the evening. I have been in there all day today. 

Ed has been helping me practice getting a wig applied faster. Timing is almost as important as making a wig look like real hair. Every night, Ed comes in and sits in the hydraulic chair for about an hour. That is how long it takes me to put a wig on him. Now THAT is a good man. I am truly blessed.

coffee anyone?

23 02 2008

I get some of the best e-mails. I am not thinking about making this a habit but, here is one that I really needed to contemplate. Maybe someone else out there will be challenged by this too. All my St. Arbucks heads out there ought to appreciate it. 🙂

young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was
solved, a new one arose.

Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire soon the pots came to boil.
In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil; without saying a word

In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl.

Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl.
Turning to her daughter, she asked, ‘Tell me what you see.’

‘Carrots, eggs, and coffee,’ she replied.

Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg.

Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma the daughter
then asked, ‘What does it mean, mother?’

Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after
being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile.  Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.

‘Which are you?’ she asked her daughter. ‘When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?

Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems
strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?

Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes
with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?

Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you.

When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity?
Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?


22 02 2008


Moses was 80 and Aaron was 83 when they went before Pharaoh! They entered into the greatest adventure ever when they were in their 80’s. That is amazing.

So much for my justification that 55 years old is too old to accomplish much more. Imagine the things that Moses and Aaron participated in and witnessed. They could have missed it all if they decided to break out the rockers and sit on the front porch.

Aaron was told to throw down in front of Pharaoh. For real. He threw down his rod and it became a snake by the power of Yahweh. The magicians came out and tried to duplicate this mighty act of God. They somehow turned their sticks into snakes too. Not looking so impressive for Aaron and Moses about now, BUT… “My Daddy can beat your Daddy!” Aaron’s snake ate all the other ones. He could have missed that whole miraculous scene if he retired at the ripe old age of 79.

Guess, I don’t have an excuse. Fifty five is long enough for me to have gained some faith. Time to go on an adventure.

Dear Lord, Help me to realize my value to You. Help me to keep my focus on You. Help me to see adversity as a door to adventure. Bless all who will read this meditation. Thank You and Amen.

What if?

22 02 2008

In one of my morning devotions I read the familiar story of Jesus feeding the 5,000. It is in Matthew 14.

  • Jesus, moved with compassion, spent the whole day ministering healing and deliverance to the crowd that followed Him to a deserted place.
  • That evening, His disciples came to Him with another need.
  • They wanted Jesus to send the people away to find something to eat.
  • Jesus said to them, “They don’t have to go away. You give them something to eat.”
  • The disciples took honest stock of what they had and it simply was not enough to even make a dent in feeding that crowd.
  • Jesus said, “Bring me what you have.”

We know the rest of the story. Jesus took the 5 loaves and 2 fish. He blessed them, broke the food up and gave it to the disciples to hand out. It was more than enough to feed every person who was there.

I look at what I possess to accomplish my BIG DREAM and I realize it simply is not enough. In my mind, a big neon sign flashes, inadequate funds.

The disciples brought what they had to Jesus. What if I just bring what I have to Jesus? What if I don’t wait until I have enough resources, enough talent, enough of a reputation? Just bring Him what I have.

What if I just give it to Him, as is, and let Him bless it? What if I let Him break it? Can I trust that when He gives it back to me, I will have enough to accomplish the BIG DREAM that He has given to me.

I think so. But then, I have to give it away in order to see it multiplied to become enough. I can’t horde it for my own selfish gain. In God’s economy, it is always about giving. He gives to us so we can give to someone else. I have discovered that it is impossible to out-give God.

That’s what has been stirring in me for the past week.