Archive for the ‘Beauty’ Category
Brunette!
Now for a break in our regularly schedule political banter. I have an announcement. In lieu of these dark days of Bush re-election, I decided to do what was only appropriate: dye my hair dark.
Naw, really I didn’t do it cause of the election. I did it cause I’ve never been a brunette, and the weather is cooling down, so I thought it’d be fun to change it up a bit.
Pay no mind to the stupid face I’m pulling. I’m still in a little bit of shock – it’s so dark! But I already decided I love it. I have the best stylist in the whole world – she always makes my hair look just how I imagined it. So, what do you think? Does it look like I joined the witness protection program? 
The Evolution of a Girly-Girl
When I was growing up, I never thought I’d be the girly-girl that I am today.
In elementary school, I only played with boys. I didn’t have girl-friends. I’d play war, GI Joe, Star Wars, etc. I had my own light saber sword, a cape, and no barbies or dollies. I never had dollies. I still don’t get the fascination with miniature stuffed babies being cute toys. Anyway…
In Jr. High I still wasn’t girly-girl. My Mom cut all my hair off cause I refused to wash or style it like a normal girly-girl would. I didn’t care… I just wanted those cool Girbaud shorts, and to make it into the school play.
In High School I still wasn’t a girly-girl, but I was much less of a dork. I grasped onto my granola roots (taught by my cute hippy mother), and was all about nature & music. I still wasn’t into fixing my hair… my hairstyle all through high school was long & straight, parted down the middle, never blow-dried. I didn’t wear makeup, and had a hard time understanding how so many girls would spend almost a WHOLE HOUR getting ready in the morning. I couldn’t imagine it. I didn’t have a “face-care regime”, I just used water. I didn’t wear tight sexy clothes, I opted for baggy pants & shirts, granola-looking sweaters, and vintage hippy shirts I found in a box of my Dad’s old clothes in our basement. I had beads in my hair, wrapped up with hemp, always wore many many necklaces, and never ever took off my 2″ bone choker. I was a hippy. I still cringe/laugh when I look at my senior picture.
But then something happened. I graduated from high school, and before I knew it, I was a girly-girl. I suddenly cared what my hairstyle was. I started blow drying it and coloring it. I bought cute girly clothes… tight ones that showed off my figure. I started wearing make-up, at least a little every day. I started becoming a shop-aholic. Out of nowhere I gained an obsession with purses. I started buying cleansers and face lotions & creams and perfume. I don’t have any idea how it happened – just suddenly, there I was… a total girly-girl.
Now I wish I was still the humble granola girl I was in high school… well, at least my wallet does. Every pay period it takes all my discipline to not go splurge on a new outfit. And I feel like it the most when I have the least money. Why is that??? What’s the deal? And WHY THE HELL ARE CLOTHES SO EXPENSIVE? Isn’t it ILLEGAL to run around naked? Shouldn’t clothes be FREE? Anyway…
Last week was the height of girliness for me: I actually bought a TUBE of lipstick. An actual tube. Up until then it was just chapstick for me – but now, at age 26, I broke down and went for color. I never thought it would happen. High-school me never would have imagined I’d one day have 30 pairs of shoes and lacy shirts.
So, when does the girl-i-fying end? How long will it be before I have blue hair and a giant carpet bag? Please, I hope I never find myself wearing a christmas-tree brooch, big gold earings & giant strands of pearls.
Inked.
As a tribute to the beautiful life Tap & I spent together, and in honor of his memory, I now have permanant reminder on my wrist. Saturday night I paid a visit to a guy named “Bones”, the same guy who did Erica’s tattoo last week. I was really nervous, my hands were sweating (very unlike me), and I sat down and let him go at it with that needle in my skin.
I must say, the pain was more bearable than I thought it would be, but at the same time it REALLY hurt. The whole time I just gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, concentrated on holding still, and thought about cute little Tap. About how he would lick milk out of my cereal spoon. About his giant blue eyes and raccoon-striped tail. About his cute little meow. That really helped deal with the drilling of ink into my epidermis.
Anyway, I guess I have really thick skin, cause he had to go over it a couple times. I’m hard to wound. But the outcome is great, and I love my new tattoo!
Steve was having a great time taking pictures while I was getting tattooed. He took like, a million of them. Bones is a great artist, and made the whole thing really fun.
Let me tell you, I felt pretty hardcore that night. Right after I got that tattoo, I went straight to a bare-knuckle boxing match. Funny, huh?
One of my customers @ Axis bought me 4 front row tickets to the Finals for the Ultimate Combat Fights. Steve had a show, so I took my boss Mike, Steve’s best friend Luke, and my step brother, Ben. My step-siblings & other family were already there, so he could join them. It was a great time – those fights are so fun to watch! When I’m cocktailing, I never get a chance to actually sit and watch the fighters. It was a treat.
So anyway, there’s my Tat. What do you think? I think it’s perfect. Not only does it represent my sweet kitty, but it has mine & Steve’s initials sorta hidden in it (a happy cooincidence.)
