I've been 30 for all of 3 weeks. I know! Exciting isn't it? Hopefully by my enthusiasm (or lack of it, you will bare with me as I find myself... yet again!) I find myself confused with many things. Okay, just one thing.... my personal style. I'm not a young, hip 20-something (aka Spring Chicken). But I'm also not a refined lady that uses proper English. I still feel 17 (and wish I had the body to go with it).
Here's my story... I decided enough is enough and I wasn't going to be a frumpy lady anymore... I say that because I had been a brunette for a year (A YEAR!). 30! I'm going to do something crazy and hip - start going back to blond. And get a haircut of course! 2 weeks later, I'm in Sally's purchasing a bottle of 3N color (a shade darker than I was). Now my hair is black (or dark brown)... I'm washing it every night just to get the fading process to begin. As I was laying in bed tonight, I think to myself that I didn't like the flaps on the side (the A-line haircut) and that I must cut them tomorrow. I... I can't wait. Can't sleep. I shouldn't. Really! But I have to do it or it will bother me until I actually do it. With the scissors in my hand, I snip away until I figure that in the morning I will be some what happy with what I did. And don't worry... besides this post, I got rid of all evidence that I "fixed" my problems. Now I can go to sleep. Night.
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Oh My Gosh!!! Sarah, I'd like to say your as bad as me... but I think you might be a little bit worse!! I had my mind set on coloring my hair last Friday, and finally got started at midnight, it only took me 'til about 3am to complete all the steps by myself!!
Sarah- you crack me up!!
Way to go Sarah, just fly by the seat of your pants!!!
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