It's been foooorever since I posted anything on this blog, but I've been very busy with work, and also I've started a new blog! It's a personal style (aka fashion) blog called Gray Skies - named, of course, after my hometown of Portland. I'll try to post here every once in a while, but I think the majority of my posts from now on will be over there. I'll post my outfits mostly, but also about fun things that Josh and I do in the Portland area. I hope you'll stop by and say hi!
Monday, June 6, 2011
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
How to dye your hair brown: A simple 14-step process
1. Buy a copy of In Style magazine with Kate Hudson on the cover. Realize you would look just as awesome as she does with blond hair.
2. Tell everyone you’re going to dye your hair blond.
3. After a month or so of building up the hype, buy some hair color remover (which you keep calling “hair remover”) and blond dye.
4. Let the hair color remover sit in your hair for 25 of the 50 required minutes. Get up to look in the mirror. Realize that it’s turning your hair orange. Scream, panic, and rinse it out.
5. Apply the blond dye and hope that it’s forgiving.
6. It isn’t. You now have orange hair.
7. Stare at your husband’s electric shaver, and for the first time in your life seriously consider just shaving it all off.
8. Then you remember what happened when Marshall did that before his wedding in How I Met Your Mother, and change your mind.
9. Spend an hour at lunch watching your husband try to cover up a smile every time he looks at you. Call a salon to book a consultation.
10. At the salon, you learn that it will cost $150 and take three hours to fix what you’ve done, and they don’t even have a free appointment for two weeks.
11. Remember that when you were cataloguing all the hair colors you’ve ever had for your husband (red, black, black and white, brown, blond), he said he thought you would look good with brown hair.
12. Walk to the grocery store, and buy a box of brown hair dye and three Twix bars.
13. Eat the Twix bars compulsively while the dye sets.
14. Rinse the dye. Sigh with relief that you no longer look like a manga character. Vow that you will never try to go from red hair to blond again.
2. Tell everyone you’re going to dye your hair blond.
3. After a month or so of building up the hype, buy some hair color remover (which you keep calling “hair remover”) and blond dye.
4. Let the hair color remover sit in your hair for 25 of the 50 required minutes. Get up to look in the mirror. Realize that it’s turning your hair orange. Scream, panic, and rinse it out.
5. Apply the blond dye and hope that it’s forgiving.
6. It isn’t. You now have orange hair.
7. Stare at your husband’s electric shaver, and for the first time in your life seriously consider just shaving it all off.
8. Then you remember what happened when Marshall did that before his wedding in How I Met Your Mother, and change your mind.
9. Spend an hour at lunch watching your husband try to cover up a smile every time he looks at you. Call a salon to book a consultation.
10. At the salon, you learn that it will cost $150 and take three hours to fix what you’ve done, and they don’t even have a free appointment for two weeks.
11. Remember that when you were cataloguing all the hair colors you’ve ever had for your husband (red, black, black and white, brown, blond), he said he thought you would look good with brown hair.
12. Walk to the grocery store, and buy a box of brown hair dye and three Twix bars.
13. Eat the Twix bars compulsively while the dye sets.
14. Rinse the dye. Sigh with relief that you no longer look like a manga character. Vow that you will never try to go from red hair to blond again.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Sticker shock
This past week I've had a bit of sticker shock when it comes to being an adult. Josh and I have been married and fending for ourselves for almost three years now, so I'm used to bills and handling finances and all that jazz, but sometimes I still find myself surprised at how much things cost. I know I never talk about money on this blog, but I just need to vent right now...
-As of yesterday, our rent increased by $50 a month
-Our car insurance just increased by $300 a year
-Josh's student loan payments just increased by $100 a month
-I filled up my car with gas the other day, and it cost SEVENTY-THREE FREAKING DOLLARS!
Being an adult kind of sucks sometimes, you know? When I was a kid I really had no idea how much effort it took to be an adult. Not only do you have to do all the things you did when you were a kid - eating, sleeping, socializing, hobbies, chores, sometimes school - but you also have to work, and pay the bills, and make sure you have enough money in your checking account to buy groceries, and change the oil in your car, and cook your own food, and clean it up when the dog pukes six times in a row (yes, that happened yesterday). Don't get me wrong - I love being an adult much more than being a kid. It's more satisfying in so many ways. But I'll admit it - sometimes I just wish someone else could cook my dinner and do my laundry.
Monday, May 2, 2011
A walk in the West Hills
I've lived in my neighborhood for three years now, so it's rare that I walk down a street I've never been down before, or see a view I've never seen. But last week on a gorgeous spring day (those are starting to get more frequent around here!) I climbed up into the West Hills and went into an area I'd never visited, full of lovely homes with the most spectacular views of the city and the mountains. I spent a happy hour roaming through the hillside streets in the warm sun, enjoying the views and the lovely little spring flowers blossoming all around...
Monday, April 25, 2011
Wooden Shoe Tulip Farm
Josh and I went to the Wooden Shoe Tulip Farm in Woodburn on Saturday. I'd been saving the trip for a nice day, and Portland finally had the nicest day of the year (sunny and 70 degrees!) on Saturday. The fields were beautiful, and I got some amazing photos. I do like to touch up a lot of my pictures in Photoshop, but none of these photos are edited at all; that's how ridiculously photogenic these tulips were...
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