Friday, March 29, 2013

I had the weirdest dream last night

I don't know what triggered this dream. Maybe it was all the discussion of hair colours while I was visiting teaching. Perhaps it was the review of pictures and looking at old photos of my natural colour. I've been off caffeine for a couple of days - could that be it? I'm sleeping more fully and deeply so I'm dreaming? I have no clue, but it was weird.

Tristann had opened a really cool spa/salon and as a friend and long time client, she offered me a complimentary spa day. There was massage and facials and the full beauty/makeover treatment. Everything was wonderful until it was time for my hair. Tristann wanted me to use a different stylist because she wanted an honest opinion of her staff. Angela Kinsey was the hairdresser and she took my beautiful, baby, Swedish blonde and made it a muddy, gross brown. I was devastated and heartbroken and Tristann would not stop fawning all over me about how beautiful and natural it looked.

You guys, I wanted to cry. After all I had gone through to get rid of my natural colour and how much I love, love, LOVE my colour right now, to go back to that blah? Yuck! It looked like a helmet!! I was so disappointed in Tristann when I woke up. I was upset that she had opened this beautiful amazing salon and therefore quit doing hair and I ended up with that disaster.

The salon was so gorgeous!!! It was decorated in a modern Japanese style and was all white with dark brown accents. Tristann did an amazing job with the salon, but the hair was the worst. I really hope she never breaks out on her own, because I don't know what I would do if she made Angela do my hair.

Monday, March 25, 2013

Pink Sparkle Mani

Essie Ballet Slippers under O.P.I. for Sephora Cinderella Collection

I only took a photo of my thumb because the rest of the mani didn't turn out so hot.

This was supposed to be my Valentine's day mani, but it didn't work out the way I wanted it to.

The thumb was the only digit that turned out right.

Friday, March 22, 2013

Things that Must Go – Glitter Indie Nail Polish

Don’t get me wrong: I have nothing against glitter nail polish. Well, nothing except for what a hassle it is to remove – and yes I’ve used the tin foil method found all over Pinterest – it still makes it a hassle.

I’m just so sick of all the indie polishes that I’m seeing all over the internet; the ones with the hearts and stars and ‘hexes’ and such. I hate them and I think they’re ugly and I will never ever buy one.

I follow a lot of nail polish blogs and almost every single one of them reviews and “swatches” these ‘franken’ polishes. I get that they’re fun and you can layer them and whatever, but they just look like a major hassle to me. I just want to go on a nail polish blog and get inspired by nail art, not see some hand made polish.

Props to you indie polish makers, though. Lots of people seem to dig your stuff and that's so cool. It's just not for me.

Monday, March 18, 2013

Sally Hansen Nail Wraps

the red is Julep Ellen

Holy Freakin' COW! I love these nail wraps!

I had stayed away from these for a long long long time because I couldn't justify the cost of what I basically categorize as stickers. $8.50 for sixteen? I pay eight bucks for a bottle of nail polish and that can last me years. Why would I pay eight dollars for something that I won't even be able to use twice?

Well forget it. I love these. They were super easy to use, look awesome, lasted for a week, and were just as easy to remove as to apply. 

I very, very, truly, totally recommend these.

Friday, March 15, 2013

Things that Must Go – See-through Dresses

Didn’t your mother ever teach you how to be a lady? Or your Nana? When you are wearing a skirt, one is not supposed to be able to see between your legs. You are to wear a slip so that your skirt is not transparent.

I get it. I hate slips too. That is why all of my skirts are lined.

I don’t care how granny your panties are under your see-through lace skirt. I can see your panties; why not just go out in just your panties? O wait, you already do.

I really really really hate this look. If you have great legs, that’s great. Wear a short short skirt, or shorts. Do not make me look through your skirt.

Monday, March 11, 2013

O.P.I Jade is the New Black

So I was looking for a turquoise colour, but found this instead. It was all by it's lonesome at the grocery store. It wasn't what I was looking for, but I totally love it. 

Saturday, March 9, 2013

Weight - 164.4

This week I have been watching my weight decline every day.

What's happening?

Has it been the Yoga? Probably not, since I've missed 2 weeks.

Has it been the cut down on fast food? I hope so, but I haven't been nearly as diligent as I would like.

Has it been the wipe out of Dr. Pepper? Don't think so, since I haven't been as on top of this as I would like either.

Is it the change in the weather, the melting of the snow, that's making me feel less depressed and therefore lighter? Probably not, but I'll take it.

Is it the new dose of thyroid medicine? I sure hope so. It would be nice to finally have that taken care of.

Is it the stress of life to the point that I'm skipping so many meals? Probably. In my old life, when I was stressed I used to lose weight because I just didn't feel like eating. I have come back to that part of my life.

I wish it were more healthy habits that were causing the weight decline. Now that I'm in a lower weight bracket, I'm hoping that I can replace my unhealthy habits with more healthy ones and stay in the low 160s.

Friday, March 8, 2013

Things that Must Go – The Mullett Dress/Skirt

You Guys. I hate this look. Why did this have to be a thing? Either you have a short skirt or a long one; not both at the same time. Stop it, you’re bugging me.

I think this must come from the whole girls way deep down want to be princesses or brides or whatever and need to have trains. A mullet skirt is kind of like having a train.

I think it looks stupid. Like you messed up when you were hemming your skirt. I hate it. Stop it.

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Charcoal Grey Skirt

Shirt Amazon
Tshirt Old Navy
Sweater Ralph Lauren
Skirt Ellen Tracy
Sweater Tights too old to remember
Shoes Fluevog
So I just wanted to take a minute to talk about this skirt.

I had been needing/wanting a dark charcoal grey pencil skirt for some time and had no time to make one.

I just happened to be walking to the checkout at Costco and came across this EllenTracy skirt for twelve dollars. I know. Costco. But twelve dollars? You would have to be joking if you thought I didn't snap that baby up.

It's the perfect color, the perfect length, and it's knit so it's super comfortable. I wear it just about every week. If not once, sometimes twice.

I liked it so much that I even went back and bought another one in black.

It's a sickness, I know.

Monday, March 4, 2013

Hawaiian Flower Manicure

With all the Winter doom and gloom going on, I was trying to cheer myself up with a tropical manicure. Dewey picked out the flower stickers. 

I'm new to stamping. The middle finger is my second attempt.

Friday, March 1, 2013

On her Blondeness

So I just had my second trip to the salon since going blonde. I went even blonder this time because there was just way way way too much orange going on. I had originally thought that I wouldn’t be able to pull off a platinum blonde, but I really love it. Tristann says that I “finally look like a Canadian”. (Meaning that I look like someone who is from a Northern country – this is how she clarified when I asked her what she thought a Canadian should look like – so she really meant that I look Scandinavian.) Any way, I totally think I can pull this off.

I have been blonde exactly three times in my life:

1)      1972 - 1980 When I was a toddler my hair went blonde from the tips up. This means that my ends were lighter than my roots. People actually asked my mum if she died my hair. I was two. I guess people were stupid in the seventies too. I stayed blonde until about grade three, when my hair turned dishwater/sandy/dirty/dark blonde. Or super light brown. This is when the whole what is your hair colour debate began. I would say I had blonde hair – they would argue and say no it’s not. I would say I had brown hair – they would say no you don’t. I could never win. I hated my hair colour and begged my mum to let me colour it and she wouldn’t let me.

2)      2001 After Huey was born with beautiful thick wavy blonde hair, people would look at me and my dark haired husband and ask “Where did he get his beautiful blonde hair?” Look at that, people are still stupid. I wanted to yell in their faces: FROM ME!! I mean DUH! I am the lighter out of the two of us (DH and I), why would they have to ask? Around the time Huey was one, DH started to comment on how he would like me to have blonde hair. I was never allowed to go blonde - “because I would get roots” said my mother. She instilled this amazing hate of re-growth in me and I was terrified of the upkeep. Regardless, I marched off to the grocery store and got myself some blonde dye. I have really thick hair and I didn’t do the best DIY dye job (see what I did there?) so parts of it turned Billy Idol Blonde, but there were sections of orange. Yeah it didn’t work out so well. DH hated it. Shortly after this, when I had two inch regrowth, was when I met Tristann and she offered to do my hair for me in exchange for sewing lessons. I brought Huey with me and pointed to his head and said “match that”. Well she did and we’ve been together ever since.

3)      Now. So I’ve just been so bored with being dark. Or Copper. Huey told me that he wanted to see what my natural colour was so I cut it all off. I was also curious to see how grey I had become. It didn’t last long. Six months was all. I had this cute short hair and I wanted to do something fun with it, so I opted for the blonde. I still love it.

That’s all.