Ok, yeah, so that’s Lady Lovely Locks over there. I’m just giving you an idea of the hair I’ve always wanted. She was one of my first hair idols. Back in 1986, I would have traded my thin Laura Ingalls braids for her golden tresses any day.
My hair has never been thick, and if it gets too long, it becomes stringy, yet too heavy for any volume to thrive at the roots. I discovered this at the tender age of nine or so.
In the years since, I’ve tried layering, going darker, a touch of red, bangs, overwashing, underwashing, volumizing shampoos, high end salons and the “budget” cuts at Meijer.
Ultimately, I’ve wound up where I started. Apart from washing my hair less frequently, and with more natural products, I’m back to the home hair cuts, true color and little to no styling. It seems to be working.
On Saturday, one of the last days of that lovely month we call June, we went to visit our neighbors at their campsite on Muskegon Lake.
One of the best things about working from home as a freelance writer is being able to wear whatever I want. While I was pregnant, this meant huge old sweaters and lounge pants. Today, it means… well… old tanks and t-shirts and lounge pants.
So, I made a soup, and it was unexpectedly a-maaaaaah-zing.
Last weekend we threw Iris a proper (belated) first birthday party, complete with a theme (fish), decorations, kids and too much cake. The weather was perfect, and it was an absolute blast.
Yes, Facebook is a HUUUUUUGE timesuck. I waste seconds “liking,” minutes commenting and hours staring blankly far more than I should.