Why, Indeed? photo and all text © Irene O’Garden 2014
Don’t you get a kick out of life? You just never know what you’re going to see when you pop into a shopping plaza.
Before I offer my answer to this interrobang-less question, however, I do want to note with warmth and affection that this vigorous and colorful bit of marketry was done entirely by hand—an increasing rarity in signage these days.
Nor does it feel like a corporate suggestion, or something someone would pick up on a salon-tips website, also an increasing rarity. “Why let your hair whisper when it can scream?” has the cachet of an original notion. Was it the boss’ vision, or an enterprising employee’s? Perhaps they are one and the same person.
Either way, you can picture the grinning artist with her stack of big printer paper and her markers, twirling away, bringing in business. For if I wanted my hair to scream, I’d want a salon where people clearly have fun with line and color and, in evidence on the smaller signs, scissors!
However, as far as the question itself goes, it’s nice to have an answer I don’t have to google (yet another increasing rarity?)
Because though my hair’s short, it’s still close to my ears.
Have you an answer you don’t need to google?
Thanks to the lovely Liz Gilbert for yesterday’s Facebook Fan Page post featuring my work!
As mentioned last week, our local newspaper, The Paper at Philipstown.info, is running “One Poem a Day Won’t Kill You” through April. Today’s video is me reading my poem “To My Husband Away On Business.”