Apparently, if you want a few pairs of black slacks for work — for instance if you’ve lost a little weight and safety pinning yourself into the old ones is no longer viable — there are a limited number of options. Continue reading “Shopping fail. Or maybe designer fail.”
It’s January 7th, and according to my scale, I have, as of today, successfully taken off the weight I put on over the holidays.
This felt more like a victory before I realized that Continue reading “One week in”
It has come to my attention that an alarming amount of my clothing is being held together with safety pins.
There are three basic reasons for this: Continue reading “Pinned for safety”
Today, I didn’t have to drive any farther than my usual commute. Well, other than the hairdresser, for a quick refresh of my color, and my Brazilian Blowout. The Brazilian (no relation to the wax treatment) takes a while, so it was a long visit, but even so, I was home early by last-few-days standards. Continue reading “Good night”
The good news is that I don’t have to buy a new dress. My little black dress goes on just fine. In fact, it might actually be a hair looser than it needs to be. But not so much looser that I can’t wear it. The skirt I haven’t been able to wear in forever, the pretty, flowy one with the slits up the leg? It fits too.
For Christmas I got new sweatpants. I don’t wear sweatpants out-and-about, or even on casual days at home. Mostly, I use my sweats as pajama bottoms when it’s cold at home. Or when I’m somewhere other than home, like at my parents’ house, where it’s acceptable to pad about in pajamas so long as one is decent.
The sweatpants I keep at my parents’ house for such a purpose are, um, well worn. Holey, actually. They have been sewn back together in more than one strategic place, and there is a hole in the knee that simply cannot be sewn back together. It’s so big that Continue reading “New sweats, warm… feet?”
OK, three weeks had passed. It was time for me to go back for my next hair appointment. That is, by the calendar, it was time. By my experience, though, it was well past time.
I had spent the last few days giving serious thought to shaving my head. And this from a person who does not do drastic things to her hair. Heck, I can wear a hairstyle into the ground like nobody else.
Flyaway! Unmanageable! Unruly! UGH!
I don’t want this to sound like I’m blaming the keratin, because I really am not. To backtrack… my hair was still feeling much nicer. But let’s face it, my hair was pretty dry and damaged going in, and even with carefully treating it with only the keratin-friendly shampoo and conditioner, the Blowout wasn’t containing the problem. It hit the wall at about day 14, and it had all been downhill from there.
Now, my hairdresser does not come out and say, “Was that the look you were going for? Because if not, we need to do something about this.” But she should, and I have told her so. But there was no need today. Today, I could not wait to ask her to work some kind of magic. Continue reading “Haphazard hair”
No one could be more shocked than I am that I am about to blog about hair.
Today I saw my hairdresser. Is that the right word now? Maybe the official term is “salon therapist”? Well, anyway. Her name is Bonnie, and I saw her today. Continue reading “Hair raising? More like hair managing.”