There's not a lot going on beyond the same old stuff. My ankle still hurts and so do my joints. I see the orthopedic doctor next Tuesday. I got a big package of newsletters about fibromyalgia that I need to sit down and read.
Kristin got a haircut! Her hair's been hanging in her eyes and it's been bothering her. She is tired of her dark brown hair and wants to dye it blue or purple but I said no, not if it means bleaching your hair. She wasn't too happy with that but then she talked to the stylist who had her own personal nightmare with bleaching hair. The stylist's hair is as dark as Kristin's so she knew what she was talking about. It takes hours and doesn't bleach out evenly and the results aren't satisfactory.
I could see that Kristin was disappointed. The stylist was going to cut her hair differently so that it wouldn't look the same as anyone else. Her name is Christen, pronounced the same, spelled differently. Anyway, Christen said she could foil wrap a couple strands of Kristin's hair and dye it red. It seemed like a simple thing and so I agreed.
Argh. We were there like 2 hours. Dark hair doesn't want to get lighter! Anyway, Kristin loves it. She's got several red streaks ... they look like a dark red purplish wine color ... and the Christen cut her hair with a razor. It looks very wispy and dishevelled, kind of cute. Christen gave Kristin some wax to use so that she can pull her hair out for that wild uncombed look.
Kristin would like to do her whole head in that reddish purplish color and Heidi & Billy have been trying to talk her out of it. I thought she might like to have her whole head streaked but I guess I could live with it that weird color. I would just want to make sure that her hair wouldn't be damaged.
Christen said she thought I was a "cool" mom because I'd considered letting Kristin dye her hair blue if it wasn't bleached. I guess most moms would freak. I look at it like this: it's just hair. And I figured if I just flat out said no, it would make the blue hair more desireable to Kristin. If it wasn't for the bleach, I'd let her get blue hair. Then at least she'd know if she liked it or not. She'd have to deal with the kids at school and if she could handle that and liked the color, what the heck?
But no bleach. I'm not a cool enough mom to allow that.
Your house is on fire. Your pets, your loved ones, and all your family photographs are miraculously safe; you have enough time to get any other one item from your house. What is that item?
I'd want to rescue my glider rocker. I really love it! It's a beautiful piece of oak with a lighthouse pattern on the cushions. I don't sit in it that often right now because I don't want it to break. It's really quite comfortable to rock in!
Posted by Cassie at January 17, 2005 07:34 PM