Blonde. I am on my way to blonde again. I am so sick of having to dye my hair so often and seeing my blondish roots peeking through my brunette hair (and the grey invaders that I have gotten just add another thing on the list). I figured it is time to get back to my roots. I am not as blonde as I was as a kid, so I figured I would need to do an ashy light brown. 6 hours (most of it under the dryer) later I am a light brown and my real roots are exposed. I couldn't get to this change in one appointment. My hair was one level away from black (no thanks to home dyes and beauty-school
Brighten. The other thing I hate about my appearance is that I need my teeth professionally whitenened and my dental implant on my front tooth replaced (thank you swinging on the stall doors at church when I was 10 years old for this one). Back when they did the implant in 2005 the implant colors (cream-white) were different than the new implants now (they are apparently blue-white now). So I am so happy to start the process of having my teeth bright and white and lovely. Thank you cafeteria plan.
Baby-no-more. We officially have a walking toddler. She couldn't be more proud of herself. We agree with her. It's pretty spectacular. So we have lift off-- for the flower girl who we can now imagine walking down the aisle.
|always crosses those ankles...little lady|
title coutesy of Train: I'm about to come alive