October 27, 2010
This is random.
But, I just keep thinking... by the age of 33 I should already have a hair style that looks best on me.
You know... the thing I ask for every time I go to the salon.
I'm definitely grown up, but I still feel like a kid when I do my hair.
I have layers now... it feels like a mullet.
Not cute. Fine, but not cute.
I'm tempted to cut it off to a bob... but, I do this every pregnancy.
My body gets fatter and I start cutting off my hair.
I should have this down by now.
And, I should be able to carry a purse.
But, I can't. I hate it.
I just carry a little wallet.
You know why I hate purses?
When I carry one, my kids cry for candy all the time. They always think I have something in the bag.
And, usually I do. So, they turn into whiney brats until I give them gum.
I hate that
it bugs me that they are so big, just one more thing to keep track of.
i'm picky about a black bag with brown shoes, and i don't have time to change my purse all the time.
i keep thinking that one day i'll find the perfect purse that i love...
till that day, I don't carry a purse.
Really, purses and hair bug me. I feel like they are signs of adulthood. Signs that I'm not quite the mature woman I wish I was.
Maybe by 40 I'll figure out my ideal hair style and my ideal purse.
What do you think?
I know you are all styled, purse carrying women.
I just know it.
ps- i'm sorry to those of you who actually read this blog.
Sometimes I wonder why anyone would read it... especially when I'm pregnant.
Feel free to pause on me for the next 5 months and then check back.
Promise, I'll be more sane, and happy, and crafty, in April.
Consider yourself warned.