OK, it was definitely time to update, because that baby post was really starting to creep me out. You want kids. We get it Frema, we all get it. Dry your eyes and shut your pie hole. Hell, I found myself saying this to MYSELF. Let's all move on.
Anyway, I started a post on Sunday about Luke's and my glorious time at the Whiter River Gardens bonsai exhibit, cleverly connecting the show to my only memories of bonsai, which all stem from The Karate Kid Part III. However, when I received a link the next day from Luke announcing his then-latest post, what did I find but MY idea, shamelessy stolen by someone who's never even seen the damn movie. Now, talking further about the day just seems redundant, and really, I can find my own original ideas to post about, thank you very much, Useless Clutter.
It's been kind of a blah week, a week in which I have experienced the full impact of our domesticity. Over the weekend we made a special trip to the mall so that I could redeem my highly cherished Victoria's Secret coupon for one free pair of panties. (FYI: Every time I say the word "panties," I imagine Eric from That Seventies Show in the episode where Donna finds strange underwear in his car and she imagines him in his bedroom surrounded by his lingerie trophies, shouting, "Panties! Glorious panties!" and then gleefully tosses them over his head.) Anyway, as I'm sure Victoria is well aware, women who get something free are likely to also walk away with items that cost the very opposite of free. Only this time Luke was there, and he shook his head vehemently when I said it might not be a bad thing to get one more bra. You know, for work! Yet still, no.
We were at the mall again tonight, shopping for my father's birthday, and for the first time in a long time, I walked away with nothing for myself, even though I am the proud owner of not one but TWO good-through-October-only coupons for New York and Company. Now that Luke and I are a Financial Unit, it's not OK to say "&*$# it" and charge three sweaters on my NY&C credit card. For the first time in my life, my money-management skills affect someone other than myself. Plus, with student loans, a 3,000-dollar Visa debt, and soon, a wedding to pay for, it's time to grow up and learn to keep the plastic in Mr. Pocket. But it's hard. I spent so much of my childhood hating my clothes. As an adult, I love the control I have over my wardrobe. The idea of not adding to it at my whim is depressing. But such is life.
The one aesthetic splurge I can look forward to is my haircut and color this weekend in Chicago. Yes, Chicago. I've strategically scheduled all of my hair appointments to coincide with my Chi-town visits, as the salon I visited in Indy back in June left the top layer of my head a shade of copper neither I nor God himself ever intended for my hair. That's what I get for going to a place that spells "curl" with a K. Behold the evidence, if you can. Sunglasses may be required.
Less than a week after this was taken, I was sitting a chair at Enve in Chicago, pleading with Brenda to make the ugliness go away. Not only did she fulfill my wishes, but she also demonstrated the proper way to use a diffuser, not realizing she had bestowed upon me a gift more precious than the cotton-candy-pink bicycle my grandma bought me for Christmas in 1987.
As much as I heart Brenda and her mad skillz, though, I've come to discover Indianapolis is actually chock full of salons whose employees don't show up for work in scrubs and sport hair styles that were shaped by a mixing bowl. Plus, my hour-and-a-half appointments subtract from the precious time I have with family and friends. So, this weekend, I'm saying my good-byes to Brenda, in hopes of finding an equally if not more savvy stylist at least two and a half hours closer to home. Any opinions on Ulta?
And...I'm out.
AHEM, just because we talked about the Karate Kid movies that day and you thought about writing on the subject, does not give you exclusive blogging rights over them.
Posted by: Luke | October 13, 2005 at 10:04 AM
You're willing to let go over your hairdresser? You're growing up so fast sniff, sniff.
Although, I DO want to know who in Indy commissioned a bronze statue of a beaver appearing to make love to a lamp post. Oh wait, he's chewing on a tree trunk. Sorry, nevermind.
Posted by: Number Twelve | October 13, 2005 at 10:43 AM
I've shopped in Ulta once or twice but never visited their salon.
Love the hair! At one point, every single woman on my husband's "affair list" was a redhead. Please notify me if you plan to visit DC. ;-)
Posted by: Liz | October 14, 2005 at 01:10 PM
Watch yourself with the whole switching salons business. I know it seems brave and economical now.... but if you're not careful, you'll end up with a mullet only days before your college graduation simply because you wanted to try something more grown-up.
Yeah, I'm bitter... I'm not ashamed. I miss my long hair :(
But I'm glad that you're giving it a shot.... I wish you the best of luck.
Posted by: Becky | October 14, 2005 at 02:56 PM
Who said anything about economical? I plan on spending big bucks at whatever salon I go to. The snobbier, the better. My hair has endured too many freak hair cuts and color combos to go cheap now.
Posted by: Frema | October 14, 2005 at 04:08 PM
It doesn't matter about the salon. It matters about the hair stylist that work there. You can go to super cuts and get a good hair cut if the stylist is good.
My verification word is sdang!
Posted by: Brooke | October 14, 2005 at 04:58 PM
I understand that. But the last couple of "Super Cuts" type places I've been to have not been very great. Enve was more expensive, but I've been happy with every stylist I've worked with.
Posted by: Frema | October 14, 2005 at 05:25 PM