So I went all crazy!! and got highlights at the salon today. My hairdresser said, "No way...you're getting highlights?!?" She has been waiting for this day. Anyway, here are the results:
They really pop with the new blog template, hehehe! I bet the sun makes them look even more spectacular.
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The highlights look good! That's funny about your hairdresser, though. Almost every time I've gotten my hair cut at a real salon (not the $10 places I usually go to), the hairdresser always says, "You'd look really good with highlights." It must be their thing.
@Bearette: Oh believe me u would be able to smell it from the bowl that she was mixing up...lol... The guy who colors my hair doesn't believe in using peroxide.. he says u can get the effect w/out it... The gal who did use peroxide on my hair - I think went a bit over board.. My hair ended up having a harsh look as well as the feel of it...
At the risk that you'll all think I'm nuts...but heck. I was getting cauliflower ready for dinner and it occurred to me that vegetables have different personalities. In my mind, anyway. Zucchini: the most agreeable of vegetables. It blends in with everyone, but it's never obsequious or false to itself. Sweet potatoes: the grandmother of vegetables. Very cozy and welcoming. Cauliflower: kind of bland, devoid of personality, but it could surprise you sometimes. Like a dull guy who occasionally tells a funny joke at the water cooler. Broccoli: feisty. Like a terrier. Spinach: kind of dour, but a loyal friend. Kale: has a fierce sense of individuality, but like spinach, is a loyal friend. Kale's affections last for life. Corn: this one is kind of a party animal. Corn is still drinking beer and making a mess when you'd like to be closing up. Tomatoes: a little sloppy. The kind of vegetable that needs to be reminded to tuck its shirt into its pants. Cabbage: not invited t...
[Posted by Bearette's husband until she has Internet access] e was born today! 8 pounds even, a cute and healthy baby boy. He likes to stick out his tongue just a little, and move his mouth around. The hospital gave him a little white hat with a purple pom pom. Bearette is tired but happy. Pictures soon.
So I went to knitting class today. It was a lot of fun. The knitting cafe was buried deep in the Village, further south than I tend to go, but I found it after a little bit of exploring. The cafe itself was just adorable. Their motto is the title of this post. There was a counter where they sold brownies, tea and other goodies (my attention was caught and held by the nice, thick, chocolatey brownies). Two other women showed up for the class. One of them just got a part in a student-written play (she was maybe in her 40s) and had to knit in a scene while arguing with her husband. She wanted to be able to knit convincingly. The instructor commended her for this, noting that often in the movies when people are supposed to be knitting, they're not doing it right and it takes her out of the story ;) Knitting is surprisingly easy if someone teaches you live. As the teacher put it, "Everyone walks out a knitter." I had my doubts at first, because the Internet instructions weren...
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Poppy - it's funny, they look more blond in the sun, red indoors.
DK - I think it makes it more interesting for them, plus, it costs a little more ;)