So when I first moved down here I decided that I couldn’t face the emotional trauma of a bad haircut. Normally I’m not that picky about getting a haircut because a lot of times my nonchalance has worked out for the best. However, being that I was feeling so raw emotionally after moving 1200 miles away from everything I had ever known I didn’t think I could take a repeat of the Florence Henderson Incident of 2008.
This was a very painful time in my life that consisted of a constant ponytail for about 4 months.
So I’ve found a wonderful hair stylist (at a salon with a very impressive website) that is a magician and somehow gets my hair to behave. She’s wonderful, we have great conversations (without any of the awkward silence), and she’s offered to do some volunteer work for the organization I work for. What more could I want? Well, it would be great if she could move into my apartment and style my hair everyday because I am like a monkey with a coconut when it comes to doing my own hair.
Thankfully, my good friend Miss Lyon started talking about argan oil on her blog. I bought the Organix brand of oil and the cream and started using it. My hair didn’t like the oil as much (it just got really static-y but very smooth) but I had a lot better results with the creme. So, enveloped in the high of having relatively well-behaved hair, I purchased the argan shampoo and conditioner.
You might not be able to hear it from here, but whenever you open these bottles a chorus of angels sing.
So now, thanks to wonderful hair products and the best hair-cuttin’ cowgirl I’ve ever met, my morning routine has been cut in half. Instead of spending 20-25 minutes every morning blow drying and straightening and fussing over my hair, I pop out of the shower and let it air dry while I poop the dog and drive to work. Volia! Stress-free hair!
I guess that’s one thing I can cross off the bucket list.
Unfortunately, this whole project dropped off the face of the Earth. This was due mostly to the fact that I just didn’t have the time or the space to work on my little hobby. Although my absence has made me feel like a lump, I’ve also been able to keep my creativity on the back burner. I always do better with things when they’re on the back burner because then my brain can turn it over a few thousand times before I spring to action and complete my idea in a frenzy of activity.
It just so happens the Mr. and I are moving from our little bitty one bedroom and into a two bedroom apartment. Theoretically, the second bedroom will be a shared activity room where his tools and my craft supplies will exist in perfect harmony. Realistically, I will have my crap spread out all over the place like a dog marking its territory. We shall see how long it takes him to catch wise to my masterful plan of occupation. (I’m putting my money on immediately as he will probably read this blog post, being the wonderful and supportive man that he is.)
This extra space comes with perfect timing as we got engaged over the holidays and the extra room will allow us to start setting up house. In other words, I’m finally going to be in a place long enough to decorate! 😀 Here’s a tease of what I’m thinking so far:
- Living room: teal and red, black accent
- Kitchen: lime green and teal, red and black accent
- Bedroom: blues and teals, white and yellow accents
- Bathroom: who the hell knows?
I’m so excited for all of the blog posts this will give me! Huzzah!
So life in Texas can be summed up with three words: hot, dry and busy.
I’ve started school, have been working full time as a receptionist (a position I have a newfound respect for), and I am volunteering for the local domestic violence shelter. There are times where I feel like I’m completely in over my head and then there are times where I feel on top of the world.
Jackson has been adapting to Texas quite well. I think he feels like a bigger dog here. The complex we live in has a ton of dogs living in it and he’s made a lot of little (and some really big) friends.
It probably helps his ego that all the windows are his height.
I have always had a really strange hang up about my legs. They are thick and muscular and whiter than fresh snow. Trust me, I am not winning any Betty Grable contests. I have been ashamed of my legs for most of my life and have stuck to wearing jeans for most of my life.
However, with this new move into scalding hot weather coming up, I’ve been debating whether it is better to have my chunky legs exposed or to be a human sweat sprinkler.
The shorts won.
Besides! Shorts have gotten so cute since the last time I shopped for them! Look at this adorable plaid! (This pair is super comfortable, by the way. Old Navy jeans might not fit me well but their shorts are another story.)
If you haven’t noticed, I’ve been a little absent lately. The end of my semester and the GRE are drawing nigh so my face has been firmly planted between the pages of various books. One of my favorite distractions has become Polyvore. It’s like all the best parts of playing Barbies but without the risk of stepping on one of her little plastic shoes!
Sadly, I will probably continue this way until May when everything is over. I promise to resurface once in a while when I come up with an outfit I’m particularly proud of.
Spring is finally starting to … spring. We had 80 degree weather two days ago that has transformed into a beautiful April-like 50-60 range. Jackson and I had a lot of fun running around in the 80 degree heat and then we relaxed with the slider door open for the rest of the day.
Come on, slowpoke! I’ve got things to sniff!
Ahhhh…. this is the life.
I have become completely and hopelessly obsessed with watching things instantly on Netflix. Mostly I’ve been reliving my youth by watching entire series of shows I grew up with. First I watched about 7 seasons of Murder She Wrote and now I’m almost to the end of the last season of Roseanne.
Lots of things were unique about that show. Roseanne was the first show centered around a blue collar woman and her family. It tackled a lot of different topics that are still relevant (homosexuality, unemployment, depression, domestic abuse, birth control, abortion.. etc). Not only that, but it is a fantastic time capsule for the fashions of the late 80’s and early 90’s. But do you know what I am most focused on with every episode? Dan’s boatshoe-loafer-type footwear.
This man is the epitome of blue collar, why is he wearing shoes that are meant to be worn during one of the most expensive hobbies in existence? I love them and I have decided that I want my own pair.
Also in this Assemblog, I’ve included some jewelry from the House of Harlow 1960 line. When I heard that Nicole Richie was going to start designing clothing and accessories, I figured it was just going to be a fly-by-night endeavor where she would hire someone and then slap her name on it. I don’t know if that’s really the situation and I don’t care. I love the result.
I don’t like blueberries, but I love blueberry muffins. I especially love when they have sugar on top and it becomes all crunchy and delicious. This time I decided to try brown sugar. I would call it a success but I think that maybe some cinnamon would compliment the brown sugar next time.
I discovered the taco flavored ground turkey and decided to make some psuedo-tacos with what I already had around the house. I added some rice to the cooked meat because I had a teeny bit left and instead of lettuce I used some leftover sprouts. It was pretty much the most delicious thing I’ve ever made. I might just be saying that because I’m a sucker for anything TexMex.
Piles and piles of squares….
This is as far as I’ve gotten in the Mario blanket. Did you know your hands can cramp up after crocheting too much? I’ve added about 10 more squares since I took this picture but I’m still pretty far behind as Heather’s birthday was last Tuesday. I’m guessing this project should be done by May…. 2013 (unless the world ends).