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Sunday, October 14, 2012

Currently Loving


I'm feeling a new pixie cut coming on. 
These Modcloth heels.
These Alexander McQueen flats.
This fox hat!
These black kitty cookies. 
The texture on this wedding gown.



I finally saw Frankenweenie yesterday. It was great, but is it odd to say that I enjoyed the original more? The video above also plays Vincent, another early short film of Tim Burton's. 






Thursday, September 13, 2012

Last Wisps of Summer - What I Wore



I love the in-between Summer and Autumn weather. The air is so crisp and clean but the sun still keeps everything warm. The world must have knew I needed good vibes because everyone seemed to be just a tiny bit sweeter to me. To put it the best way I can, a usually harsh and not terribly complimentary coworker told me that I'm the type of girl her granddaughters would think was a princess. Another coworker agreed and followed up by saying that my soul was equally as beautiful as my looks. I don't think compliments get much better than those. 



Bo was looking sweetly at me from his playpen so I decided to sneak him in for a guest appearance...



lace top - Target clearance - $4.00
Pants - thrifted - $2.50
Beaded necklace - Thrifted - $5.00
White vest - Thrifted - $2.50
Mocassins - Minnetonka - $40.00


Friday, June 29, 2012

Obsession : Hair

I've got to get something off my chest. I don't understand why most women are so attached to their hair. Crying when three inches are trimmed off, hissy fits when the tone doesn't come out "right", needing it long to feel like a "woman". I'm not one to understand this phenomenon. I've never been attached to my hair. It grows out of my head. I cut it off and more grows in its place. I bleach it until it falls out (well, I used to do that - my stylist has, thankfully, taken over the bleaching), perfect a shade of blonde and then have red put over it, spend months growing out my bangs and then get them again, get bored and put purple in it... It's just hair!

And yeah, I've had a couple experiences where I panicked about my drastic hair change. Once right after high school when I got my first pixie/faux hawk and I got a lot of rude comments about it, and more recently when I bleached my whole head and people could not let it go. But now I see that the only reason I freaked was because all the negative (and sometimes even positive) attention was making me self conscious. I love change. Change makes me happy. Every time I feel like my life is boring or out of control, I change my hair. It helps! I am in control of it! And, quite frankly, I rock a lot of hair colors and styles.

“A woman who cuts her hair, is about to change her life.” - from the movie Coco Before Chanel

In honor of this venting and realization, I went through Facebook and made a collage of a bunch of hair styles I've had over the past few years. It's odd to see them all together like this. Unfortunately, I was late to the Facebook/photograph yourself all the time train and don't have any pictures of my high school Manic Panic days, but I think you get the idea.




What's your favorite hair style you've ever had? Have you ever craved a drastic change?