Hail Pat

Pat Benetar that is. When I get my hair done, my stylist, "D" (as my family has called her since we were in grade school) always gives me a great cut and funky style complete with product out the wazzoo ("You need to embrace the product, Chrissie," she told me some time ago). Embrace it I have and I walk out with a slick mane that when touched, pulled, or tousled, will pretty much do whatever I want, including stick straight up in the air.

This particular day I was dressed in my hot pink puma sweatshirt, black pants and my black patent flats. All I really needed was Love Is A Battlefield playing to make the moment perfect.