Saturday, February 12, 2011

Here comes the sun.....

The sun came out on Friday. Yes, the sun really came out. I speak literally and metaphorically.

Friday was my much anticipated hair appointment with Allison. Oh, I love this girl. She rocks like Def Leppard did back in the '80's. (actually, they still rock to me). Call me old school.

I was so nervous heading into her shop.  Why, you ask? Why?

It was "Back-to-blond" day. For those of you who are not frequent readers of my blog (well, probably all of you)...I dyed my hair brown just after Christmas.

It was fun for about 2 weeks. Then, I started experiencing unusual bleach withdrawals. You know, nausea, vomiting, unexplained rashes.  No, not really.

I just missed my blond hair. I have been blond my entire life. Trying darker was something I have always wanted to do. And, I did.

And, I'm done.

The whole week leading up to the appointment I was thinking--my hair will fall out. I could possibly be bald. If it doesn't fall out, it will be orange. If it doesn't turn orange it will be fried....french-fried. If it's not fried, it will look like I got in a fight with a crimping iron and the crimping iron won. If it's.....Okay, I will shut up.

With that said....what's a girl to do?

 Trust her fairy-godmother.....I mean hair stylist.

Allison calmly looked at me and said.."Piece of will LOVE it when I'm done. "

What? That's it? Are you sure?? Look, look real hair is dark brown.

Like a drill Sargent she instructs me: "Smock on, I will get the bleach ready."

Ohhhhhh, just the word "bleach" got my heart pumping. Bleach, oh bleach-- I have surely missed you,  my friend.

3 hours later, yes 3 hours.....and 3 bowls of bleach later....the sun came out. On my head.

I wanted to hug her and kiss her, but I refrained.  She rocks. Have I told you that?

So, I know you are dying or shall I say "dyeing" to see the final result.  Pardon the corny pun. I couldn't resist. Keep in mind, I was not looking my best. I just rolled out of bed and snapped a picture.....

And there you have it.

still high off 3 bowls of bleach,

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

A Christmas Story--my version....

Ever have one of those moments when you lose your sanity? Probably not. It's probably just me.

I asked for a sewing machine for Christmas. I hear you laughing. Go ahead.

Okay, well I had visions of creating these long beautiful dresses for Presley, new window treatments in every room, and embroidering anything that would hold a stitch. My family would ooh and ahh over my creativity. They would tell me how talented and creative that I was. Ooh, Ahhh, Ooh, Ahh.

You get the picture.

Well, the day after I got my glorious sewing machine it happened. I felt like Ralphie in a Christmas Story. I received the one gift that I was dying to get my chubby little fingers on. Ralphie got shot in the eye, I got a big time reality check.

What was I thinking?? Me, Sew? Oh, good Lord.

One month later, my sewing machine is still sitting in the dining the box. The "Sewing for Dummies" book neatly placed on top. I did read a few pages of the book....and quickly put it down. Okay, this is sewing for dummies?? Then I need a "Sewing for Dumber Dummies".

I called my mother in law and asked her subtly if she happened to have the receipt to the sewing machine that she had gotten me for Christmas. Bury me now. I felt like a quitter, who am I kidding..I am a quitter, but I am totally okay with that. =)

She had the receipt and I got the money for it. Hot dog!! Christmas again!! WooHoo!

So, that's my sewing saga.

It's freeing in a way. I know sewing is not for me. Moving on.

looking for another hobby,