So, after some recent health issues (yes, in true Amber fashion where my life problems always seem to be of my own making, my body is still finding new and exciting ways to attack itself and keep me on the edge of my seat...honestly, it's kinda humorous...in a sick sort of way--no horribly bad pun intended), my once long and luscious hair (ha ha) has been trending more and more toward stringy stringy blah blah (I have no idea why Chitty Chitty Bang Bang has been in my head lately, or what it has to do with my hair, but wasn't that a great movie?!).
After months of sporting the flippy, bun-ny ponytail look, and being unable to wear my hair down, I figured what's the point in keeping it? Saturday I bit the bullet, gritted my teeth, went into a cute little salon called Frizzled feeling somewhat frazzled (oh dear...can you tell I didn't get enough sleep last night? this writing....sheesh), and a few highlights and big ole piles of hair later, came out looking like... well...this:
If you ignore the unmade bed in the background, not too too bad (although we're still working on styling it ourselves... not "ourselves" as in me and Brian, although that WOULD be fun... "ourselves" as in...I guess...me and my many personalities? Round brushes are a nightmare invention, by the way...) Honestly, I spent the first couple of days swinging wildly from LOVING it to BAWLING my eyes out. :) (Poor Brian...if you see him anytime soon, he deserves an extra big hug for all the many things he deals with.) Now, here we are a little under a week later, and overall... digging it! It's fun to have a "style", and be able to wear my hair down again. I tried my natural curl with it yesterday, and the wavy layers were pretty darn fun!
So, that's the long and short of it (sigh. dorky dorky dork dork.)
Now I've got to run in and jump on the air mattress taking up our entire living room floor. :) That's right... my parents are in town, meaning my three all-time-biggest fans are under one roof. It's an Amber love fest, and I am one happy camper. :)