What is it about highlighting that’s so durn addictive? It starts as a few innocent foils “for dimension,” and before you know it, you’re blonde.
My stylist is the best enabler. It started last season, with some subtle highlights to try and hide the lovely flat shade of orangey-red I acquired from a home hair color fail. Then two weeks ago, when I went in for a trim, we filled my head with foils, banishing the last of the brass. Two days later, she texted me and said, “I’ve been thinking about your hair all weekend. I want you to come back in to paint on just a few more highlights, if that’s cool with you.”
And I was all, “let’s do it!” Because I figure if a little blonde is a good, a lot of blonde is better…
It’s a slippery slope, the hair highlighting.
So Saturday afternoon, she put in a few more foils, and then balayaged – my spellcheck really doesn’t want to let that word happen, but it’s happening — lighter pieces all throughout. We left my roots natural for easy maintenance, and decided we’re probably done.
As C headed out the door this morning — and I struggled to make up the time I overslept — he uttered the sweet words I’ve waited weeks to hear…
“Baby, dress warm!”
Glory be, a real live fall day! I zipped up my favorite boots, wrapped a (lightweight) scarf around my neck, and left the house determined to let the crisp air blow away the frustrations of a trying hump day. You didn’t think yesterday’s pep talk was just for you, did you?
So far, it’s worked. Things are looking up. And just in time; tomorrow we’re back in the 80′s.
When Target announced the launch date of the 3.1 Phillip Lim collaboration, I circled it in red in my brain calendar; I’ve been on a hunt for a great taupe carryall for fall and the satchels in the collection fit the bill (and my budget). Squeeze in a trip to Tar-jhay on Sunday, I told myself.
Then Sunday came and went in a blink, as Sundays do best.
I made a quick pitstop this morning between errands and deliveries. Lucky for me, there were plenty of bags left — one of the perks of living in a town that’s “big enough” for the stores to stock a decent selection, but “small enough” that most people neither know nor care that that these babies are selling like hotcakes all over the country.
For a hot second, I thought about running back in the store and buying them all up to list on eBay. Then I thought, “who the heck do you think you are?” and went back to work.
With a fabulous new bag…
And maybe a wallet and cross-body. ;-)
Nine West hat | F21 favorite v-neck tee | 3.1 Phillip Lim for Target Medium Satchel in Taupe | Daniel Wellington watch
I spent a good chunk of Labor Day knee-deep in a closet edit of epic proportions. I sorted through every rack, rod and cubby, pulling the items I couldn’t see myself wearing in 3 years and tossing them in a pile on the bed. After a couple of hours, a mountain of ill-fitting trendy printed denim, flimsy clearance bin tops, and elastic-waist polyester dresses covered the bedspread.
I surveyed the teetering stack of clothing — the spoils of years of bargain shopping and too much style “inspiration” — and thought to myself, You’re doing it wrong. These things don’t look like they belong in the same woman’s closet.
I’d created a monster, fed by blog trends and Pinterest and deep discounts; and I’d lost my point of view along the way.
Then I made a rash decision: I couldn’t move forward with creating a well-edited wardrobe with all this stuff taking up valuable closet real estate. I bagged it all up neatly (it took three Hefty’s and a good dose of resolve) and drove it to the local women’s resource center the following morning.
For the last two weeks, getting dressed has been so much easier. I’ll tell you more about it in part two.
To be continued!
Cynthia Rowley dolman tee via TJ Maxx (SIMILAR) | American Eagle skinnies | Nine West sandals | Olivia & Joy Dynamo bag