You’ve probably noticed that the blog looks a little different. Congratulations, Sherlock. My ADD nature has set in again…plus, I was crazy bored today. Honestly, this will probably happen a lot over the life of this blog. I’m one of those people that needs some change every once in a while (read: a lot).* I get bored with my life pretty easily, and I want something to shake it up. Unfortunately, my parents aren’t big on letting me repaint my room every month. Because of this, I choose very neutral colors, and change artwork, curtains, pillows, anything possible, really, just for something fresh. Hey, I spend 88.8% of my life in here, so it has to stay relevant. Instead of doing something harmless like painting, I end up changing my hair.
This phase of hair destruction began about three years ago, when I realized that now was the time to experiment in life. I used to make just subtle changes—fringe here, a little extra layering there; now, it’s started to get a little more…dramatic. I decided in about two weeks that I was going to donate my hair. This was back when my hair was nearly to my butt, and in relatively good condition. Because I’m decent at learning braids and quite the proficient with a bobby-pin, this kept me content and busy, but then it happened: I got bored with life. Off I went to the hairdresser, and off came my hair. Twelve long inches and a bad haircut later, and I probably would have cried if I had realized how ugly it was. Really, I hadn’t recognized yet that my hairdresser was getting to be a quack. Anyway, I worked with this shapeless head of hair for a while, and it started to grow out again. By the time it had grown a little past my shoulder blades, I was bored again, and decided to swallow my deep hatred of bangs (that came from when I was about seven and thought they looked best when parted and swept to either side of the forehead. Photos may follow.). Armed with a magazine and a specific idea of what I wanted, I headed off the salon once again. This result was actually miraculous. I had never realized before that my generous forehead really should be hidden by bangs, and besides, anything that brought me a little closer to Audrey Hepburn was a good thing. I was happy with my hair, the attention that it was bringing me…but not with people telling me things such as, “wow, your hair looks great like this! Don’t change it!” Don’t change my hair? Psh. How boring.
I changed it. I desperately wanted a 20s/30s bob (and I still do), so I went to the salon and asked for a short to mid-length bob. I came out with a lob. A LOB. Really, who hears a girl say “I want a bob” and translates it to “I really really want a lob”? Apparently, my hairdresser does. Needless to say, it looked pretty stupid on me, and I spent the next few months trying to disguise my hair. Since then, I’ve just been letting it grow. Life’s boring, but I need a new hairdresser before I can attempt to actually get a bob again.
Instead of hair, I’ve changed my desktop background, this blog, my homepage, my makeup, my wardrobe, my desk arrangement, diet, and anything else I could think of to shake up my life a bit. I begun to have a shoe-shopping mania that comes on every other week. I have to stop going into TJ Max, because I almost always leave the place with a new purse, now. I’ve begun to search the web for a good rectangular scarf to use for a 40s turban. This is a bad place in my life, it would seem, and soon the shears are sure to rear their ugly head.
Basically, I’m changing the blog to save my sanity. Enjoy.
*My grammar/spell-check spastic system is telling me that “needs” is grammatically incorrect. Apparently it also evaluates literal statements.
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