We're going home to Augusta this weekend for a final trip sans bebe (and for my sister's baby shower, which is actually the main reason). Since my sister will be there, too, that means it's HAIR TIME. I mean, this will be our last childless hair time!! Next month there will be one baby that will need cuddling and be distracting us...and by October there will be TWO!!! Naturally, the babies are infinitely more exciting and wonderful than haircuts, so I consider this no great loss at all. But I am really excited about getting my hair done this weekend.
Over the past few months my hair has turned legit wavy. This is a fabulous and really flattering (ugh) work bathroom mirror selfie I took yesterday to demonstrate my hair's new texture. This is with no product or anything, just...how I rolled out of bed.
I have no idea where the wave came from. My hair has always been straight as a stick, just like my parents' and siblings'. I'm in uncharted genetic territory! Sarah said that my body knows I am preparing for a baby and is therefore producing pregnancy-like hormones that are making my hair more fabulous. It sounds legit, so I'll buy it. But I will not buy it if my hair tries to all fall out after the baby comes home. NO THANKS. (But I will buy it if I magically lose 30 pounds post-baby. I'm really okay with that.)
Anyway, I want to get it cut so that it is a)shorter and b)wavier. That should be totally doable, since the shorter layers are the wavier layers anyway. I also want some red and copper highlights. I've only touched my hair with color like...I don't know, maybe twice in life. Not often. But I've really wanted red highlights ever since February, so I think it's time to go for it. It's Last Hair Time. Go big or go home.
In other super important matters of vanity, my workplace has updated (slash created) a work dress code. Most of it is no big deal or change, but one thing is going to cause quite the wardrobe problem: a new rule banning jeans with holes.
AKA now I can't wear my most favorite distressed skinnies.
|Exhibit A: favorite jeans + Toms booties|
|Exhibit B: favorite jeans + Minnetonka moc booties|
This is terrible because I really REALLY love those jeans. They look awesome with my two favorite fall/winter shoes (the Toms booties and Minnetonka fringe moc booties). They are comfy. They aren't impossibly tight when they come out of the dryer. The rise is perfect. And I love them.
Also, I'm pretty sure they're the only jeans I own that fit me at the moment. Sooooo...there's that. Thanks, failed adoption, for the 10 stupid extra pounds you left in your wake. What a great souvenir!!
So I shed a tear at the thought of not being able to wear my favorite jeans to work, but on the bright side- now I have a legit reason to buy new jeans!! That doesn't break my heart. It gives me a mission. I need to do some research (what's even in right now? what color? who even makes non-distressed jeans?) and then perhaps I will add jeans shopping to the list of Things to Do with my sister this weekend. So far the list includes hair, mani-pedis, her shower, and being ridiculously excited about our babies. So I think we can squeeze in some jeans shopping (hahaha...squeeze...jeans...see what I did there??).
That's it. I'm sorry. Hair and jeans and blurry mirror selfies...what am I coming to?? And now I'm off to research important things like 'long layered bobs with bangs' on Pinterest. Happy day!