I have been thinking a lot about Kiana, one of my favorite little Collegiate students back home...if she could see me right now, she would probably call me a 'hot mess.' Shoot...she would be right. Which is precisely why there are no pictures to accompany this post.
For some reason since moving, ok lets be honest...since having Parker, I haven't had a clue what to do with my hair. I used to get both highlights and lowlights, and was good. That was before I went a year without dying my hair and my hormones went crazy and lets face it...I got old...and grayer. Shoot. Then, my hairstylist told me I didn't come in often enough to do an all over color and highlights so we just did an all-over...dark...too dark...one of those colors that you don't like until 3 to 4 weeks later.
I have paid to have my hair done once since moving here (if you're keeping track, that is once in 8.5 months...seriously). It was lighter and shorter, but I just didn't know if I really liked it. Part of me wants to try longer, but then I get to the awkward stage and chop it. Too many options...bangs, no bangs...layers, no layers...oh geez...I need help.
The hair alone might not be that bad except that I have also recently decided to let my eyebrows fill in a bit (you should be really glad there are no pictures right now). Have you ever over-plucked and lived to regret it? Yeah, regretting it right now. It is not pretty.
Oh, and let us not forget the face...my skin hates England. I'm pretty sure it wasn't very fond of Wichita for the last 6 months before we moved, but it really hates it here. My dermatologist told me it might be my birth control...well, lets hope this gets better when I get rid of that in April (yes, I realize this is probably too much information...oh well:).
So I guess what I'm trying to say is...would someone please fly here and help me out?!? Haha, you have to pay your own way and I can't promise my cooking will be that great, but it will be fun...I swear:).