I’ve come to the point in my pregnancy (33 weeks!) where I no longer have the space in my stomach for a full meal. And if I over eat, look out. Which brings me to my plight two nights ago:
I ran out of bed to puke and ask Dave to grab me a ponytail holder to tie my hair back. He comes into the bathroom, hairband in hand looking perplexed. “What are you doing? Tie my hair back!” I politely barked.
“I don’t know how to do this,” he politely responded.
That’s when I realized he has a lot to learn about girls. Thanks to being with me for 15 years, he knows what an empire waist is why SJP rules, but ponytails and My Little Pony are uncharted territory. One of the few things I remember from my own early childhood is showing up to preschool one day with one pigtail tied at my neck and the other above the ear. “Awww, your mom’s out of town, isn’t she?” my teacher said with pity before fixing my poor dad’s attempt at a little girl’s hairdo.
In my ultrasound this week, the tech informed me our baby girl already has quite the head of hair, so it’s time to get cracking on Daddy/Daughter 101. For all you dads out there who need to know how to make a ponytail, you’re welcome:)
I love how this dad does his daughter’s hair. LOL!
This dad uses a vacuum! I wouldn’t try this at home:)
Yesterday, I got a new ‘do!
HA! Just kidding. This pic is from mid-cut… merely in the bleaching process of my peekaboo highlights! I’ve been wanting to do this to my hair for years. That’s right, years. It took me three years to find the perfect pair of black boots and four years to find the perfect winter coat. I only thought about this for two years before taking the plunge, so I’m getting better!
There’s only so much you can do with thick, curly hair. A lot of the hair trends (especially cuts) just won’t work. In middle school, I had to watch as the rest of my friends got perms and big bangs (who got the last laugh on that?) while I suffered through a time without ceramic flat irons. I still believe that a ceramic flat iron could’ve serious changed my adolescent life. Anyhoo, one thing I can change about my hair is the color. I love my natural brown and wasn’t about to try to fake it with something that could be seen as “real”. I wanted something punky, funky and just plain fun.
Peekaboo highlights are a great way to experiment with color because they don’t cost a lot (mine were only $25!) and you can put them wherever you want. Because I never know what kind of job opportunity might pop up, I asked my stylist, Blue Hughes, to strategically place mine somewhere that I could hide them if I needed to. Is it too cute that my stylist’s name is Blue and she put blue in my hair? I’ve actually been wanting blue since before I met Blue… just a crazy coincidence!
I always imagined it as a dark blue, but Blue came up with the amazing idea to put a shade of brighter blue down the middle. She worked her magic so they fade into each other for a cool, feathery effect. I can make one color show more than the other, highlight both, or neither (like when my in-laws visit on Sunday… I don’t think they’re ready for this).
I never thought I’d be a “blue hair” this early in life. I know it’s not for everyone, but I love it! It’s definitely not for my mom. She’s not one to voice her opinion (one of the many reasons I love her so), but her silence followed by a Marge Simpson-like grumble said enough. Hey, I had to prepare her before she sees me next week at Thanksgiving. Funny at 32 that I’m still worried about what my parents will think… but I won’t lose sleep over it:) Thanks, Blue, for an ah-MAZE-ing ‘do!
Have you ever done something drastic or daring to your hair? Did you love it or regret it?