Friday, October 24, 2008

Etsy Love

Asher and I decided that this year, in an effort to support individuals creating art, we are going to do all of our Christmas shopping on etsy. This is going to be difficult for certain individuals (hi Daddio!) but I think it will be do-able. The goal is to pick something perfect that most likely isn't on their wish list but if they knew it existed they would want it bad. So bad.

The other night, Asher asked me to "heart" him on etsy (mark him as a favorite shop). It was kind of a sad moment. But today I looked at his page and saw the image below and I was so happy I was the only one there. It's me and him and how cute is that?

Thursday, October 23, 2008

I fell for you.....

I have no idea what kind of music this is but every time this commerical comes on Asher sings it all the way through to me. I am usually laying in his lap and he is usually playing with my hair. And it is simply perfect, I melt.

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist

We saw this movie yesterday and it was so sweet. It gave me that knot in my throat that makes me want to erupt in emotion. I loved this movie and Asher loved it too. Then, this guy behind us scolded the theater for aplauding after the movie and we both wished we had started clapping vigorously and screaming whoops and yelps but we didn't tell eachother until were out walking on the sidewalk. He was an ass trying to shut down other people's joy. But the movie...the movie was great. Really sweet.

The Loctor Comedy Show

Asher: What?
Me: Nothing I was just looking at you.
Asher: No, you were staring.
Me: No, I blinked.

(insert giggles)

Me: I think I need to have a baby so I can get attention.
Asher: Broke and homeless gets a lot of attention too.

(insert giggles)

The debut

Here is a pic of me and Asher with baby Hank. It is not only Hank's debut but the debut of my new hairdo. Baby, this hair's got history.
After high school graduation, I bleached my hair. I had hair to the small of my back and I went to a salon in Portland and they botched it. It was yellow, like butter. I paid $100 and after being there for 8 hours, while the hair dresser ran up and down the street to get other hairdresser's opinions, I still gave the girl a tip.
My mom, always against the idea of me coloring or bleaching my hair, thought it looked terrible. I relinquished my pride and reluctantly agreed. She took me to the hairdresser who did her hair. She cut off a foot and a half of dry, damaged, yellow locks and left me with a platinum boy cut to start college with.
The hair eventually grew into a bob and eventually was shaved off (all but the bangs, into a "Chelsea cut") and then I eventually grew it back, all the way down to my butt. And through it all, I bleached it myself, at home, for $6 with products from Sally's Beauty Supply.
When I decided to let it grow back to natural blonde, I can't remember why. I know I was in a horribly bad relationship that I was in denial about and with his influence I had been dangerously close to cutting myself off from my family. On a visit from Portland to Seattle, my mom took me to her hairdresser and I began the slow transition from platinum to natural, multi-shade blonde. Each time I needed my hair done, my mom would have me visit and we would go to the guy and he would fix me up.
Two years ago, when I met Asher, I had the compulsion to go light again. He met me with natural - all me - blonde hair. On the next trip to NYC I had blonder highlights and by the time he moved here, I was thinking platinum again. He loved that I changed my hair often.
But when I got engaged last year, mom got worried. She and I worked with two hairdressers to return my hair to a light natural-colored blonde. It didn't quite work and it ended up still white on the ends, with darker roots. None of them would put low-lights (darker pieces) in for fear of having it not take.
So after the wedding, I decided I wanted a change. I went to my girl and she gave me both a terrible haircut and color - choppy crazy layers and brownish grey hair, not any color you would frame your face in. I was sad because she didn't listen to A WORD I said about the color or the cut. Everyone at work lied to me, those who didn't lie stayed silent as if no major change had taken place. Until, the VP of the company came in to work. She immediately said, "It is terrible, I'm sending you to my girl. My treat." So I eagerly went to her salon in downtown Seattle and I was transformed. The haircut fixed, to the best of her abilities, and the color made into a darker blonde, more intentional shade.
Over the course of the last week, I became high maintenance. With my new hair, I blow dry, curl, hairspray, apply makeup and shocking lip colors. Asher is overwhelmed. Every time I leave the house without him he says, "now remember you have a husband at home" and slaps my butt. Everyone at work, seriously, like 15 people, were like "wow, I love your new look." Relief. Though I spend at least 20 minutes more on my hair than I did before, I now have a style that can do so many different looks (see the Farrah in the pic above). I found that when you put more effort into your appearance, you actually feel better about yourself (duh). And this look is so much more interesting than the straight, long, white-blonde hair.
A girl can only go through so much related to her hair.
PS. this new haircut would totally look hot platinum -blonde. I am restraining myself.

Friday, October 3, 2008

I am a convert

I most always wear high heels. Or I should say until this week I always wore high heels. Even on the weekends and even though I am taller than my husband who is my same height in flat shoes. But I bought some cute, cute jeans at Lane Bryant and wandered next door and bought some cute, cute flats at Payless.

I love my jeans. They are sexy, long, stylish and they totally fit me right, curves and all. I love jeans and have about 30 pair in my closet that I buy thinking they will be "the ones" but they wash up weird or end up looking terrible on me. It is hard because I am in this place in between normal and plus sized clothes so usually the normal girl pants are too tight and the plus size girl jeans are ugly and too big or ill fitting. I love my new jeans. Asher loves my butt in my new jeans.

I never shop at Payless but I recently saw on the Patricia Fields website that she is designing a line for them. My store doesn't carry them but they carry other styles that are so super cute. And if I want to buy the Patricia Field's designs they give free shipping and free returns in the store. Plus, they are coupon crazy so I got a pair today for $10!