I painted my front steps today. Mick did not show up to help, even though he has a standing invitation to pitch in and act like a knight for once. Now I am probably going to have to find a way to take care of the glass of wine that I poured for him, being the mostest hostess that I am.
The image I truly wished to share with you is that of the lovely paint sample chip, eloquently named “Frozen Pond.” However, my own computer is not working, and I am borrowing the black sheep of the computer family, the HP, or, as I prefer to call it, The Half-Ass Prince. So, no actual photo of the paint chip or the completed steps.
I looked for an arresting image of the exact color online, but their Frozen Pond looked very different from the “brooding blue green” that I wished to convey. What I did discover, though, was a shot of a dude who looked alarmingly similar to our Sir Mick. And so you see how we ended up with our random classic rock edition today. I believe that my last foray into this genre involved Jethro Tull and the classic “Aqualung” in the brooding, blue green post about the critical importance of the large, ugly coat in a post-9/11 world. Oh, yeah, and my previous post that stole a Who song title. I may just switch on over to an all-classic rock format one of these days, seeing as how other folks have done all the work already. . .
I could serve up a tasty Stones tune right about now– “Paint it Black,” perhaps, or the later era “She’s So Cold”– but instead, may I suggest that we reflect on one of Mick’s strong points: his hair (that, and rocking the skinny jean before skinny legs were cool). It turns out that my TwinBloggerSister, javaj240.wordpress.com, is in the market for a new haircut/style/do. I am going to suggest that we look to some classic rock providers as even greater inspiration than Jack Black.
Let’s consider a non-example: “Under My Thumb,” one of my secret favorites, despite its position in the annals of misogyny. This, sadly, is not one of Mick’s glory haircuts. Perhaps Brian Jones?