1976 remixed || finding the beauty within

So a couple of weeks ago, I dyed my hair at home for the first time ever (back to it’s original color — black).  My friends on Flickr must have had a good laugh at my goofy pictures and I actually had fun experimenting with my hair (and praying the result would not make me look weird).  I had become really tired of the “two-toned” color I had going on.  I have been highlighting my hair for almost three years and while I liked it at first — it became too expensive and time consuming to maintain plus my last two times at the salon I didn’t leave feeling like a million dollars (which I usually did and considering I was dropping $250 a trip, I should feel that and then some).

Anyway because my hair didn’t stray too far in terms of color (dark brown with some kind of brown/red highlights) only people who really talk to me on a daily basis noticed (or at least mentioned it) plus I kept my hair up because I didn’t want too much input from those people I didn’t ask.

Well today I came into work to see my office BFF Idiot Box sporting a new hair color, can you guess which one? Yes black.

Not to sound like a hater but it looks too dramatic on her.  She usually rocks a dirty blonde/light brown color and it works well with her skin color/tone but this black — way too much.  Of course I wasn’t rude enough to comment and even if I were asked I would say looks different (my polite word for huh? you did that on purpose).

My co-worker Sly made me laugh because she said that when she noticed it yesterday she had to do a double take and not in a good way.  I decided it will grow on us over time because we aren’t used to that color but if we didn’t know her, we would not notice enough to comment. As long as she is happy with it, that’s all that should matter.

Anyway, I managed to get some shopping done today after work.  I originally meant to go back to Lord & Taylor to return this bag (it’s the one that I decided was too small for my gym stuff) but at the last minute I decided to go to Macy’s so that I could hit Kmart for some socks for the gym and maybe some cute t-shirts (yes I know I am going to be sweating like whoa but I need to look nice — don’t worry I don’t wear makeup to the gym).  They were having a sale and I picked up this cute Harajuku Lovers cosmetic case (Bunny in Sweet Escape) for $11 (thank you 40% off) and a brand new checkbook wallet from Kenneth Cole (25% off).  It’s overdue, the checkbook wallet that is — I have been abusing the crap out of my Coach wristlet and now can safely retire it to weekend use or something.  I also think it’s important I start to have more of a polished look and have a little cute make-up case will help me do so. 

Tomorrow I will head over to L&T during lunch to see if I can find this bag and just pay the difference.  I saw it at Macys, it could hold my gym stuff and it’s still cute without screaming BIG GIRL GOING TO THE GYM.

Over the weekend, I attended my good friend’s bridal shower and I had a really great time.  I was early (well technically a bit late as we got lost but I wasn’t the last to arrive which is always a relief when you are late) and sat with some of her family that was there.  Just listening to them talk reminded me of my grandmother and her sisters (on my mother’s side) and made me laugh.  I also met her best friends and they were really sweet girls who really did a fantastic job of planning and running the shower. 

Just sharing that special day got me thinking about the friendships in my life I don’t have and has made me determined to make more of an effort to be friends with new people. 

Does that sound crazy? 

I just feel like I outgrew a lot of my old friends over time and that some of the remaining ones just distanced themselves once I got pregnant with my son because clearly mothers are no longer fun people *smh* but still I considered it kind of a good riddance on one level because true friends should be able to grow with you through different stages even if they can’t relate (as long as you don’t suffocate them with talk that is all about YOU YOU YOU).  I didn’t expect my girlfriends to come over and start asking me about diapers and breastfeeding when they were still tearing it up from Wednesday to Saturday but I also didn’t expect them to decide I wouldn’t want to socialize ever again.  I still have a handful of good friends but they are spread out everywhere (literally) so it’s not like we can get together on weekends.  I am going to work on meeting new people which should prove to be interesting.

Anyway off to a quick shower and some Flipping Out (what a guilty pleasure) — I swear I worked for someone like Jeff Lewis back in the day and I learned so much but never again (if I can help it! lol)