a hairy history

  --> There you have it. The history of my hair in pictorial form starting with little high school me. Yeah I was in a tube top bra and stockings. Didn’t everyone hang out in their bathroom like that? Then we move on to college me, first move to Boston me, Philadelphia and Portland me, Salem me, and this past Summer me.

A couple of photos show my natural hair color.

Gosh do I miss my angled bob..

I’ve made the decision recently to grow my hair out. I’m quite sure once I get the long hair I’m aiming for, I’ll hate it and want to cut it all off again. I’m ready for a bit of change, even if it means being a hair-hating grouchy pants until I get it.

My good friend, who happens to be my hair stylist (and has been doing my hair on and off since I was 19) stays at my house every 6 weeks when he comes up from Florida to do clients at the old salon I used to work at. This works out smashingly for me, as I get salon quality cuts in my kitchen. (So does Kh.)

This time around he brought up some extensions that we’re going to color match to my hair and throw in to frame my face. Yes, and yes! And don’t be fooled, by color match I simply mean we’re dying it the same box-color I dye my own hair. Box color’s pretty bad for your hair, but ain’t nobody got time to go to the salon! (By time I mean money).  I’m even more excited by the fact I don’t need to go back to the salon I used to work at to get it done. Yeahhhhh-whoooo!

My hairs going to go through several stages. All of which I’m going to hate immensely.

Right now I’m at the helmet head stage.  My hair grows out in a thick bulky mess and then starts to lengthen. My head looks about 2x bigger with all this hair just hanging out on the top of it.

I won’t scare you away with photos of that look, but tomorrow I’ll have a new cut and some fine ass extensions to be whipping around.

xo

im a walking heart on

Valentines Day. Pffffttttttt! (if you were wondering, that’s a fart sound coming out of my mouth.)

Kh and I recently took a trip to Target. I found myself walking through the seasonal section and seeing nothing but prepackaged chocolate filled cardboard hearts, lollipops shaped like glistening beacons of love (ew?), and bears clutching to hearts with LOVE written in white script. I was probably more irritated by the apparent lack of Reese's peanut butter treats than anything else.

I, personally, have been over Valentines Day since I grew my first pube.

In my high school days the weeks leading up to Valentines Day were absolute torture. My hickville school had a fundraiser that allowed people to buy roses for girl friends, boy friends, secret admirers, crushes, you name it. You could send them anonymously or put a name to it. I would hold my breathe during homeroom secretly wishing I’d get a lame-ass rose. I never did, womp womp. Not even from a friend. My blonde haired, cheerleader best friend? Oh, she got plenty over the years.

Bitter? Yeah, a little.

 I dated a guy long distance for most of my late teens, and the most memorable Vday gift I received was a box containing a bear, chocolate shaped hearts, and a wooden “Dutch” love spoon. Complete with a heart on the handle. Yeah, seriously. His uncanny way of picking out the perfect gift was only matched by his tribal armband tattoo and love of Transformers.

Ok, fast forward over 10 years later. Last year Kh surprised me with a rose and tickets to see Casablanca (one of my favorites of all time) on the big screen playing at a local theater. I love that she knows me well enough to surprise me like that. It really takes a lot to get to know me, I’m a tough cookie.

I love her every day of the year. Tuesdays, Fridays, and even on mornings when she forgets to pour me a cup of coffee. I believe our relationship goes a bit beyond making sure we send each other flowers and a card on a random day in February. I put a lot of thought into each gift I give/make her, and I’m so thankful to have her in my life. Even if I hate Valentines Day and its manufactured consumerism with the after taste of love.

What I’m getting at is I’m completely stumped what to make her this year. Womp womp.  

xo

 

can't it get just a bit closer

Today’s life lesson: When doing a craft that calls for you to leave it out in direct sunlight to cure, don’t start the project at 4pm while the sky is slowly getting darker and darker. And after said craft, don’t fall asleep with your face directly in front of the space heater, you might need to drink a gallon of water and put on some moisturizer.

I feel like an old nanna today. I have a pillow behind my back, a blanket over my lap, and my laptop on a pillow on top of said blanket. A space heater is pulled up real close to me. If I could I’d put the blanket over the space heater and call it a day.

Sunday night the street outside my house looked like this.

 I knew there was no way I was going to be able to drive my car on it.

Anyyyways. Long story short. I walked 5 miles total on Monday. In these brand new ugly ass winter boots I had to buy. My back has been killing me ever since. I have an icy-hot patch on it and I’m feeling damn sexy.

 Is that a sweet tattoo? Oh no, it’s just my icy hot patch.

I had two large marks on my lower back all night after taking it off. I thought I was burned for life.

In anticipation of V-day tomorrow Kh and I went out for dinner and drinks at one of our favorite places this evening. Our friend is coming into town tomorrow so we won’t be spending it just the two of us. I find Vday to be overrated, and it's super hard to find a place that is still open for reservations. Shh, don't tell Kh that first part, I'd be sleeping on the couch.

 My girlfriend sure is handsome.

I ordered Jade Mountain Chardonnay. Classy? No, it was the only wine I could pronounce without sounding like an asshat. Kh got a fancy cocktail, as per usual. We also ate deviled eggs and apple cobbler. Uh – whatttt! 

Chalk that up to one of those precious moments you're glad your pants have an elastic-extendable waistline. (Maybe that's just me, I'm ok with it.)

 This is what I looked like tonight. 

It’s 11 and I can’t believe I’m even still awake.

xo 

we got this or rather I survived the storm with the lame name

Yesterday was the first day in 2 days that I put on real clothes and actually left my house. I was pretty convinced Kh was going to have to cut me out of my pajamas, that’s how serious it was.

Like most of New England, it’s a winter wonderland outside my front door. Snow drifts 7feet tall, snow tunnels that were once wide sidewalks, and giant snow banks shaped oddly like cars. The town I live in has the worst snow removal process ever and any street that isn’t a main road still has at least 4 inches of snow packed down with slush on top of it so you can barely drive on it,

Or rather, I can barely drive on it. My POS Toyota still doesn’t have snow tires on it. Woop woop! A steady incline with a bit of slush on it? Oh, no problem, excuse me while I spin out and ultimately go backwards. Vroom vroom bitches.  

 [ that's us mid-storm. we took a walk like a bunch of jackasses ]

We got stir crazy and finally left the house yesterday in a zipcar (a car you can rent hourly). I’d say it was eventful, but it wasn’t. We had to dig out the car, even after the service rep at zipcar said the lot and car would be clean. A big screw you to the lyingface zipcar lady. You suck.

 While digging out the car, a man shoveling the sidewalk casually would peer our way every so often. After about 30 minutes of shoveling, and just as we’re getting the car out, he comes over and offers to help. Hey, buddy, take your sweat pants back over there, we got this shit. 

What I did to stay sane during the snowstorm with the lamest name ever:  

:: I found people that went to my high school on instagram and mildly obsessed about how much I can’t/couldn’t stand them.

:: I played with the imadeface app and made our cute little faces. Even if I always have bitch face. 

:: I watched endless episodes of The X-Files

:: I cooked. Chocolate chip pancakes, (my first ever) homemade vegetarian chili and cornbread, and homemade pizza.

:: I made dream catchers, rings, hair clips, and things out of sculpey.

:: I made Kh paint my nails. And toe nails. Purple and green.

:: Spied on my neighbors shoveling out their cars in sweat pants, ugg boots and a moto jacket.

What I did not do:

:: Clean my apartment.
:: The dishes.

:: Organize my closet and put away my clothes.

:: The laundry.

:: Successfully get drunk.

:: Sleep in.

:: Wear pants that didn’t have an elastic waistband.

 Pretty damn eventful, right? Ok, not in the least bit. But I'd give anything to go back to Saturday and not have it be Monday. booo-hoo. 

xo

coffee talk numero dos

Nemo finally hit and hit pretty damn hard.  So, my ass is snowed in. Snowed in with 4 dogs, and a stir crazy girlfriend. Do you know what that means? A lot of naps for me. Kh is going nuts trying to hook up the Wii so we can play MarioKart and I can slaughter her ass in Sonic.

I was on a roll last night and finished 3 new dream catchers, so that’s something right? Today while snowed in I’m going to link up with Natalie @ 23Seventeen for her last ever coffee talk. I’m pretty sad about this, but I’m hoping to keep up the tradition and have my own random-bullshitting posts on Thursdays. I do love a random fact filled post.

1. What’s for dinner tonight?
I’d like to say skip it and donut holes but since I’m stuck here, I might as well make myself useful and cook. I made chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast, and I’m thinking vegeterian chili and cornbread is what’s on the menu tonight.

2. Top 3 tv shows you never miss.

We don’t have cable, so I miss all the shows. I do have Hulu and used to watch a couple of shows here and there. Mostly when I work or do admin things. I got sucked into Supernatural, Law&Order SVU, and Grimm for a long time.

3. What type of body wash are you currently using?

I think I’m still on a mango apricot kick, but I could be wrong. I’m horrible at keeping track of those things. Maybe its coconut? Hrmm.. I’ll tell you what right now I smell like I’ve been in my pajamas for an entire day, so it’s definitely not helping me figure out what my body wash is..

 4. Take a photo of what’s in front of you. 

 (Pretty exciting right? Kh hooking up the Wii)

5. What’s your favorite fruit?

Strawberries, pineapple, kiwi, oranges.. I like fruit.

6. Spring is almost here, show me your go-to outfit! 
What can I say? While others are loving floral prints and pastel hues, I'm sticking with my same old black on black until there's something darker. I love wearing light cardigans and blazers over tank tops, it's always to chilly to just rock a tank top here in New England during the Spring.

 :: outfit :: my profile on polyvore ::

xo

three postiives and a negative

  + I got my passport application all filled out and sent away. I had been putting it off for weeks now. I finally pulled up my big girl pants (with help from Kh), got my mugshot taken and sent it in. Mexico, here I come! I look like a total goob in it. 

+ My business is up and running. Mostly on the hush hush. I still have to wait until I’m no longer an independent contractor through another company to really start marketing without the threat of premature termination. But I’m on my way.

+ My studio is showing progress. I’m clearing off table space, finding homes for everything, and organizing out the ass. It’s thankfully giving me enough room to breathe and start projects or finish ones I’ve left laying around forever.

- My headache will NOT go away.  Add in some sinus pressure and I’m having a grand time. A grand week long time of feeling like my head is in a vice. It makes playing on the internet not an option. 

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New England is getting hit with a storm this evening, and the entire Boston area has been in panic mode for two days now. Yesterday traffic was so terrible going anywhere took triple the time it normally did. We went grocery shopping, and stocked up on our liquor. I have every intention of staying in my pajamas for 2 days, and doing some day drinking.

xo

i want to believe too

This weekend I packed up my bags, took an extra day off work and headed to New York to attend one of my best friends baby showers.

Ok, I’m lying. That’s what I should have been doing. 

Do you want to know what I was doing instead? 

There it is. I came down with some horrible non-stop headache, sinus pressure body aching cold. It was pretty miserable. I spent three days in my pajamas, spending more time napping than not. I lived off sinus pressure meds, airbourne and my newly found addiction – The X-Files.

It’s taken me this long to finally start watching X-Files, and now? I’m pretty much addicted. It’s a good thing Netflix has 202 episodes of it for me to watch. I'm being picky and choosing the episodes that are extra creepy/supernatural. 

It's put a huge damper on me getting house work done, but more importantly on my blogging. Screw laundry when I have a new blog to play with...

To make up for how shitty this past weekend was this coming weekend - one of my best friends may be visiting from NYC. I can't say we'll be doing anything to fun, considering I have a lot of clients this weekend, but it'll be great to spend some time with her. I need a girls night of catching up real bad. 

xo