Hashtag- Purplehairdon'tcare

So, remember a few days ago when I was complaining about my hair, well I did something about it... a purple something.  I go to a pretty conservative salon in a smallish town, so I've been told that I'm a hair dressers dream client.  Once every 6 months or so I get bored and boredom leads to change and this time change led to purple hair, hence the #purplehairdon'tcare.

I love it.  Jim loves it.  The boys keep saying "you have purple hair!" or my favorite, "it looks beautiful, Mom!"  The only thing that doesn't love it are any surfaces that it touches, like my pillow case, my shower, my neck, etc.  All of those look like they have come into contact with Grimace and not in a good way, in a Grimace-got-caught-in-a-rainstorm-and-smeared-all-up-on-things kinda way.  But it looks so freakin' cool that I'm keeping it, at least for now.

What do you think?

But no matter what color it is, Arden is good for a least one hair pull a day.  Thanks, kid.

New Hair, Don't Care... Or Do I?

Yeah, I think I do care about my hair.  Although, this vanity may be lost on anyone that sees me on the weekend, 'cause Lord knows that my weekend hair looks like duck.  Seriously though, it looks like ducking duck.  But here's the thing, I've had the platinum and black look for a little while now and I'm bored.  I've Googled and Googled and Googled the duck out of new hair, but I've come up empty.  Therefore, I'm going to turn my hair over to the pro and see what she can do.  Here's to hoping!

After Baby #Selfie Alert

It was a long 9 months of watching my roots slowly get longer and darker, but compared to my platinum hair, anything looked darker.  I'm happy to say that I got my hair done and finally put on some real makeup and things have been going pretty well with the updated, refreshed look.

Just so everyone knows what I'm lookin' like these days, here's not one, but two gratuitous #selfies.

Friday Short

So, out of nowhere, I'm deciding to add a weekly installment to my blog, which I've never done before and can envision lasting about a month; but, nothing ventured, nothing gained.  Too often, I feel like a post needs to have substance, wit and meaning and without it, I cannot hit the "publish" button, hence I have about a hundred draft posts that have lingered since the beginning of this blog...

Trivia Q: 

When exactly did this blog begin?

 December of 2010.

Yet, when I read other people's blogs (and trust me when I say that I'm all up on everyone's blog, espesh if you've ever d.i.y.'ed or had a free printable) I don't mind something short, sweet and too the point.  Maybe just a picture and some words, not monumental, but most blogging isn't about that, it's just about being true to you and what you want to represent.  So, every Friday, I'm going to have a short, but meaningful post; define meaningful.



Cullen got a haircut.  While I'm thankful that he did well (his previous haircuts were seriously traumatic for him... and me), it made me so sad to see all of it gone.  Like shed a tear sad.  He looks like such a big kid now, that it's bittersweet for me.

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