Day 31 – Poodle, Anyone?

I have straight hair.  Always have.  Always will.   I’ve always imagined  what life would be like with the big bouncy curls of soap opera stars.

I went through the whole 80s perm fad.  I’ve crimped my hair, spiral curled it, even had a thing called a z-curling iron at one point in middle school that made zig zags in your hair.  Several times my mom would roll my hair in curlers that I would sleep in.  The next morning it never turned into the big bouncy soap opera curls  I imagined, though.  It’s been years since I slept in rollers so I decided that if two decades have passed, that totally counts as a first.

My results were less soap opera and more little orphan Annie.

I think you can tell by my expression what I think of this look.  That was a hot mess.  A poodle dropped on my head would have less knots, less frizz, and more style.   But I had to make it work.  I did not have time for washing my hair again after trying to do something with that mop.

In what may be considered an homage to 80s Dynasty hairstyles, I pinned it all back to make a crown….or knot of curls.  Less poodle, more style.  The day….and my hair is saved.

 

A New Look – Day 209

Today I got my haircut.

I realize that doesn’t sound like anything new.  After all, I’ve had my hair cut more times than I can possibly count in my life.  However, today I left the hair salon with my hair shorter than it has been in a very long time.

 

I had short hair before, but it was different.  Previously, it was in an assymetrical style and, while it was short, there was some length to the hair on my neck.  However, I hate having hair on my neck.  I either want it so long I can pull it up or it will lay on my shoulders OR I want it shaved or clipped off my neck.  I hate that in-between stage.  Therefore, I knew today that either the hair was going to get chopped off or I was growing it out.  No in-betweens.

So, I found a picture of a style worn by celebrity Jenna Elfman on Pinterest.  I took it into my wonderful stylist, Lizz, and the rest is history.  I love that I feel 10 pounds lighter.  The less fuss and time I spend on my hair, the happier I will be.

I like it.  What do you think?  Please be kind.  I’m fragile.

Click Your Heels Three Times — Day 184

I know, I know, I know….. this experiment in a daily new thing is supposed to push me beyond the materialistic. It’s supposed to be deep, life-changing, and boundary-pushing. However, I have just two words for you: ruby slippers.

Tonight, I made a purchase of something new.   I bought a pair of ruby slippers.  Well, actually they are red sequined bedroom slippers, but they look as though they were meant for a yellow brick road for sure.

 

Tonight we had a jewelry show at a local boutique, Polka Dots.  Walking into this store is total and complete eye candy.  There’s so many pretty, cute things to look at.  However, my eyes were immediately drawn to the shelf in the corner filled with bedroom slippers.  There were patterns of cute little owls, pink snake skin, pastel shades, and on and on…..however, it was the sequined ones that captured my attention.

There was black, pale blue, silver, gold, but the red…..the red might as well have been on a shelf all to themselves as much as they stood out to me.  I am a sucker for red shoes, but red sequined bedroom slippers.  And they have that super soft fluffy inside….wow.  Are you kidding me?  I really had no option but to buy them.  There was simply no way my feet would ever forgive me if I left without them.

If there are any naysayers out there reading this that believe today’s new thing is superficial, materialistic, and outrageous, so be it.  I have stylish, comfy feet that remind me of the most wonderful movie ever, and you don’t.  So there.  Now, be gone before someone drops a house on you.

 

Billy Ray Cyrus and Joe Dirt Would Be Proud – Day 51

They say a picture is worth a thousand words, so here it is….tonight’s first:

It was borne of necessity, really.  D is my two year old that would rather endure antiquated torture methods than a haircut.  In fact, my friend and hairstylist has offered jokingly to pay to have me take him to another stylist to cut his hair.

The last time I took him to her for a haircut was an experience.  If you had walked by and seen us, you would have undoubtedly thought a violent crime was getting ready to take place.  I had his hands and feet held down, his dad had a grip around his head to keep it from swinging around, he was screaming bloody murder, and the hairstylist was edging ever so slowly to him with shears in her hands.  I’m sure he’ll be recounting that years from now in therapy.

We’ve used cute haircutting capes, no cape, standing up, sitting down, bribery…..you name it.  He just doesn’t like having his haircut.  But it had to be done.  He was looking a lot like David Spade in Joe Dirt.  No child of mine will have a mullet that would make Billy Ray Cyrus envious.  That was it.  I decided to cut it myself.

I figure if I make too much of a mess, my friend will feel obligated to fix it and cut his hair finally.  The only way I had any hope of making this work was confining him to his high chair and placing a heaping bowl of ice cream in front of him.  Done.

The ice cream did manage to keep his attention well.  There were just a few times he noticed the scissors.  When he did, he said, “No, Mommy.”  Then I would hide the scissors and move to the other side.  As soon as he was totally immersed in his ice cream again, I would go back to it.  I knew there was no way to make everything perfect and straight…..even if I did have the skills (which I do not).  However, even with my hack job, he at least now looks like a child of 2014 and not 1986.