Pretty In Pink

I've been talking about doing something a little more fun with my hair for awhile now. On Friday I went to my go to salon in New Haven, CT and Lucy turned my Pinterest hair dreams into reality.

I decided to go the pink route because in my opinion, girls with pink hair have more fun. Also, breast cancer awareness month is October, so what an appropriate time to go pink. And I thought it'd just suit my skin tone the best out of all the colors I was contemplating.

So first she put some lightener in it because the ends were already blonde, then she detangled it which took about 30 minutes because I hadn't run a brush through it in a few days... oops. Then she applied the color which was called rose Tuscany.

Rose Tuscany. How beautiful does that sound?

Lucas was watching Lucy's baby, (Lucas and Lucy are twins, by the way) so while my color developed we played with him and watched him sleep in his stroller a little bit. He was being so good, he barely made a peep the entire time his mommy was doing my hair!

Pinterest inspiration // the final results 

I love it!!! Pink but not too pink. Fun, but not too crazy. 

And my hair is still brown at the top, so when I wear it in a ponytail it's all "business in the front, party in the back." Hehe! 

The only downside is that my hair feels a little bit like straw. It always feels amazing when I leave the salon and then I'm totally incapable of getting those results on my own. But I have some sulfate free color preserving shampoo, sulfate free wave gel, and did a coconut oil hair mask yesterday. I just may need to use that coconut oil every damn day. 

After the hair transformation, Lucas and I got a slice of pizza at a tiny Italian pizzeria downstairs from the salon. Later that night, we went to a pop-up carnival in his town where he won me a stuffed penguin by playing a squirt gun game against a bunch of 8 year olds. It was hilarious. Then I got me some fried Oreos because you just have to get fried SOMETHING at a pop-up carnival! 

Saturday

We went pumpkin picking and I had some hot apple cider and apple crisp. So overall, it was a terrible eating weekend. *shrug* You gotta do what you gotta do when you have a serious autumn bucket list to accomplish and eating your weight in apple and pumpkin treats is a definite necessity. Despite the fact that you're participating in a weight loss challenge... oops again.

Saturday afternoon I had a little gathering of friends at my house. We decorated with minimal dollar store decorations (spider webs and Zombie Zone! caution tape) and ate veggie pizza and home-made mac & cheese in the backyard. We had a small fire roaring in our fire pit and toasted marshmallows for s'mores. It was our last little hurrah before the cold weather sets in, since we'd had a cookout in my backyard earlier this summer. Then a few of us went out dancing and I cut loose with a couple of tequila and OJ's and a totally expected impromptu dance battle with one of my best friends, Shawn. 

Sunday was spent relaxing, even though I did have to make a trip to the dance studio to work on a dance solo for my little cousin. My aunt, my mom, and Lucas hung out in our backyard while we were gone, gossiping and clipping coupons. On Sunday night we chilled hard, and watched a strange little movie called Five Dances - if you LOVE modern dance, you will be enamored by this movie, but otherwise you may get fed up with the heavy levels of angst, silence, and lack of real dialogue. 

Now, Happy Monday! 

This weeks forecast is literally unreal. It's going to be upper 70's, even 80(!!!!!) a couple of days. So I'm going to take full advantage of that and plan to go for a walk or work out outside every day that I can.

How was your weekend ?

A Big Change, A Subtle Shift

October, man. We are in you.

This is one of my favorite months. Halloween has always been a favorite holiday of mine - I was quite a spooky kid. Princess costumes were boring in my book - I was a witch about six years in a row and then dabbled in fake plastic vampire teeth and synthetic costume shop blood.

If I was going to be a princess it had better have the word "zombie" in front! 

I was a huge fan of dress-up too. I had a dress-up bin that was probably the largest storage container my parents could find. Wigs, old dance costumes, capes, fairy princess wands, Cinderella slippers, and body glitter piled on top of each other would topple out onto the carpet whenever a friend came over and it was time to prepare a fashion show for our parents. 

One of my goals (but we aren't calling them goals) for October is to stop taking myself so seriously. A small subset of that goal is to change up my appearance in some way, just for fun, just because I'm young and I can still get away with it. 

I'm 23 years old and I've never pierced anything besides my single pierced ears, never got a tattoo, haven't really had a proper haircut in maybe six years, never dyed my hair a crazy color (unless kool-aid red, BY ACCIDENT, in middle school counts). 

I think I'm boring. And I don't like that at all. 

There's an edgy little firecracker inside me but I'm so scared for some reason of expressing myself outwardly. I'm soooooo sick of it!

I am t w e n t y  t h r e e  y e a r s  o l d.

To be fair, I strongly believe women have the freedom to drastically change up their appearance at any stage of their life. If you're 40 and you suddenly want to get your eyebrow pierced, GO FOR IT. I just feel like I'm the youngest I'm ever going to be, and why not just do something now. If not now, when.

So I have an appointment to get my hair done this Friday, or maybe next Friday, and this is what I'm thinking. 

1. purple on the tips?  2. this darker rose color?

3. i honestly think this is fucking gorgeous 4. so subtle, but so cute.

Which one do you like the best? 

I hope my boyfriend's sister, who does my color, doesn't want to kill me for wanting to do this to my hair. We worked really hard on making a super blended balayage for like, the past four months... whoops! Sorry Lucy, hehe. 

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Becoming blonde(r)

For the past three days I haven't washed my hair and it hasn't seen a style other than a bun with a THICK headband to cover my over an inch long roots.

Above is me rocking that thick ass headband in the bathroom at work. 

Yesterday was the day to fix that hot mess.

A mess. A big hot mess. So I went in there having searched on Pinterest for a few hours the night before. And when I usually get my hair highlighted I want to be a golden goddess. Like goldilocks fo days. But I read somewhere that cooler skin tones (like me with my constantly pink face) look better with more of an ashy blonde tone. Ashy sounds scary and weird to me but I asked for it anyways. I showed the girl this picture that I found on Pinterest and some other random ones as I mumbled about what I thought I wanted. Ultimately I always tell my hair girl that I don't know what I'm talking about and just to make me pretty. 

I'm not sure how I feel about the on purpose darker roots, I may do that next time. Anyways, hair girl warned me that although ashy hair is really pretty, if she just plopped a bunch of ash on my head it may look like my hair is gray and I might freak out. NO THANKS. She's a genius, so I think she did a mix of ash, beige, and golden or something like that to ease me into it. 

The process begins. Look at those nasty roots and that somehow satisfyingly straight hair part.

The whole thing altogether took about two hours which isn't bad at all considering she also gave me a trim and a blow out. I love my hair girl, she asked me for relationship advice and she's like six years older than me. Lolz to the idea that I might have any expertise about that.

Time went by, I scrolled through my phone, and then....

MAGIC.

Transformed into the blonde goddess I'm meant to be. I think this is the most blonde I've ever been. I'm not mad about it, I just hope I can condition it enough so that it doesn't fall out in chunks. 

It's worth the money, to me, to have a professional do something for me where I can relax and know that it's going to make me feel so good about myself and reinvigorated. :)