Having just been through a slump in my (not-so) fashionable life, one that I like to call Wow, I’m 27 And I Have Two Kids, Therefore I Am Frumptastic, I decided that today was the day to mix things up a bit.
I walked into the Beauty School (yes, I got my hair done at the beauty school. No, sadly no one sang “Beauty School Drop-Out” when I was there.) with long dark hair that went down (probably) past my overly large nursing nipples (have I mentioned how glamorous motherhood is? Because that would be a lie), and walked out a mere two hours later with platinum and cherry red (remarkably the same colors from my wedding, and suprisingly not a tribute to my wedding and/or marriage) hair that brushes my shoulders and only $81 dollars poorer for it.
(I will insert a picture as soon as I am smart enough to upload pictures from the camera to my computer. I am not smart enough to do this without help. Period. Picture me trying to insert the card into the DVD drive for several hours until it is smashed to bits. Then multiply it by about 50. That’s me + technology.).
It’s not quite the full sleeve tattoo or eyebrow ring that would secure my position as Truly Hardcore, but hey, it’s a start. Besides, I’m unsure about sleeves on women. I fluxuate wildly between thinking that they’re awesome and tacky, depending entirely on which sort I’ve seen most recently.
It’s amazing what a ickle bit of pampering will do to bolster your mood. I got caught in the age-old rut of “if I don’t feel good about myself I might as well not do anything whatsoever to enhance my appearance,” and I am taking a personal vow to stop acting like such a damn sissy. Maybe I’m not 100% thrilled about being 20 pounds heavier than I was before I had Alex, but it’s not 200 pounds, and I have GOT to lay the fuck off of it for awhile. I’m doing what I can (which is Weight Watchers online) to make sure I lose this weight by oh, I don’t know, OCTOBER 25 of this year, and I’ll bet that I can do it. Or at least get close enough for government work.
Who is with me here? Who wants to do something nice for themselves AT LEAST once each month, even if we don’t feel like we’re worth it? I’m talking about going tanning, or getting a massage (well, not Aunt Becky who shudders at the thought of someone massaging her. I did it once, when I was about eleventy-hundred months pregnant with Alex to try and convince him to come out. Didn’t work, but hey, I felt like I was DOING something. It seemed safer than the Castor Oil induction I had been considering), getting a haircut, or having some unmentionables waxed.
And let me give a shout-out to Kim, who has been smoke-free for (over?) 4 days now. As Aunt Becky knows well, smoking is both fun and entertaining, but terrible for you and smells bad. Quitting sucks hard, and takes amazing resolve to make it work. But it’s possible to do it, and you will (just look at Kristin!).