Murphy’s got a law for that…

I recently got my picture taken for my new driver’s license. Last picture I had, I'd had no time to put on lipstick, because I rushed to get to the DMV in time for the appointment I’d made, and then they rushed me through, so my makeup ended up looking stupidly incomplete. Bugged me for years. This time, I had all my ducks in a row. I had my makeup finished before I left the house. My hair was curly and I had a black tank top on, which contrasted beautifully with my red hair. I looked good. Finally, I would have a decent picture for all to identify me by.

I got my license in the mail this week.

I have Rossetti hair.

Dante Gabriel Rossetti: Pre-Raphaelite painter, in the Victorian era. Known for the women he painted with his trademark classical, bow-like lips, such as you’d find on a Greek or Roman statue…and thick, wavy hair.

Witness two paintings by Rossetti:



Witness my new driver’s license photo:



I have Rossetti hair. Thick, helmet, Rossetti hair. It didn’t look like that in the mirror. Not in my bathroom, my living room, my rear-view, or in the car window after I got out and checked my look. I swear, it didn’t look like that.

Next time, I’ll be shaving my head. Then at least all you’ll be able to see is my potato head, but at least it’ll be my own potato head, and not reminiscent of a bad judgment call some artist made 150 years ago.

I love the DMV…