victory rolls.

for a really long time, i've wanted to give victory rolls a try.  victory rolls are a classic 1940's hairstyle.  they match perfectly with polka dots, cuffed denim and bright red lipstick and nails. i've tried a few times, and honestly, they're hard!  but i stuck with it and tonight they came out pretty great.  zach and i are headed out for some cocktails so tonight's a perfect night to debut 'em.  

diy balayage.

DIY dip dye/ombre/balayage hair. this trend has been around for quite awhile.  i remember first seeing it on ashlee simpson and drew barrymore.  see:

seemed easy enough so i gave it a shot.  I bought an at-home highlight kit ($10).  I then sectioned off my hair and painted the bleach on the bottom 2-3 inches.  I left it on a good, long time then rinsed it out in the sink with warm water.  I dried it then applied more bleach to just the tips of my hair and left it on for about 30 minutes.  it's subtle and i love it.  

DREAM HAIR.

mmhmm.

DREAM HAIR.

seriously.

Waiting for the Weekend

But it's not what you think....

I've been off work for the past 3 days, and I am going stir crazy. 

Besides way too much eating, the only thing I really accomplished today would be failing to attain a Naked Palette 2 before it sold out.

Also, too much time spent laying in bed on Etsy.

Dear Etsy Sellers: 

This is a fascinator.

This is a Fascinator:

(Both from twigsandhoney.com... a website I pretty much stalk daily)

This is NOT a Fascinator:

This is a pile of crafting feathers from Michael's with a silver dangle ball hot glued to it. Don't get me wrong... every piece of 'art' deserves a place on Etsy, but when I search for 'Fascinators', this is not what I expect.

Anyways...

Speaking of Etsy, criticism, and feathers, I have exciting news! I am in the works to revamp and, rather, completely change the direction of my store. 

It won't come to fruition until early next year, but one hint:

Bridal.

I'm pretty pumped.

Like a barrel full of monkeys, you are a fuck load of work.

I’m not someone that people (except my mom) would consider pretty.  I’m cute and goofy but certainly no beauty.  I’m not being self-deprecating; I’m simply honest about what I look like (and what I don’t!).  That said, every woman has at least one feature they love.  My mom loves her aqua blue eyes, my friend Courtney has a teeny, tiny waist, other friends love their legs, arms, or collar bones. 

For me, it’s always been my hair.  No matter if I didn’t like my outfit or I’d gained a couple pounds, my hair was always that crutch, that secret source of inner confidence.  And it really sucks when someone chops off your “ponytail of confidence.” 

My hair appointment went horribly wrong.  I sat in the chair, had a somewhat lengthy discussion with the “stylist” about what I wanted and two hours later had a head full of layers far, FAR too short for hair that becomes a crazy fro when cut short. 

I’ve been playing it off like it’s fine, that it will grow back (because it will!) and all is well.  But the real truth is, I’m very sad.  I don’t expect ANYONE to understand, but in two short hours, every speck of my confidence about my looks was taken away. 

I hate it, I look like a moron. so today, 11/21/11 I am thankful that hair grows.

secret single behavior

(shhh just let me be)

i look forward to hair appointments the same way a child looks forward to their birthday or christmas.  there is something so calming about sitting in that chair, chopping off dead ends, and getting a fresh color.  it's 2 or 3 hours for me to just sit, read magazines and talk about hair.to many, this may sound like a foolish and inane pleasure but to me it's the ultimate alone time.  remember the episode of satc where carrie talks about her "secret, single beahavior?" Hers is eating saltines and jelly while standing in her kitchen reading fashion magazines.  Mine is definitely the pleasure i derive from a hair cut/color.

That said, tomorrow at noon i'm cutting 6 inches or so off this mop and coloring it red. 

Here is my inspiration:

 emma stone! definitely the length in the shot below.

 and bdh, i love her.

how to be normal.

i've been horrific with posting these last few days.  i've been too thoroughly immersed in the hunger games trilogy (i'm on the third book!) and also had to travel to burlington for work yesterday.  anyhoo,  some good posts coming up including: new hair, new glasses, how-to make homemade pb cups and some other nonsense.  party down kids.

and today 11/16/11, thank you for the unseasonably warm vermont november.  Walks to and from work have been straight up lovely.

past post update.

awhile ago, i wrote this post about ordering some colored hair extensions to work into a fishtail braid.  so here's a few photos on how it came out, plus this week's manicure.

sparkle nails with new nail polish that i'm obsessed with - it's called DUST from UO and the base is mouse by american apparel.

ho hum.

Lately I've been looking in the mirror and feeling utterly bored...YAWN... with the person staring back at me.  Drab, icky, and entirely too vanilla.  Usually when these bouts of boredom come on, they represent something else: stagnant time at work, winter blues, or just the old version of me peeking through who had a penchant for pink hair and combat boots.  Usually when I have these feelings I talk them down, telling myself I'm too old, too "regular," but this tiny voice keeps whispering "if not now, when?"  Maybe the real issue is my hearing voices, though ;)

If I had guts, these are the photos I'd bring into the hair salon:

(images via weheartit and google)

Are you Ready for Halloween?!?

The one time of year being a wig stylist comes in handy in real life...

4 Years of Hair

2007

2008

2009

2010

2011

CURRENT: